хаха=пхех

It's hard for the wind to drag us
The wind drops us on the move
You're only good for wine
Not voluntarily and only in delirium
You're talking about how the latch creaks
In someone else's old apartment
A vulgar book, a cheap book —
All your stuff in the world
Do you want to undress… Wait, don't come down
Get into my heart, not the fly of my jeans
The throat is muffled by an alcohol flask
Oh, lick my soul, nymphomaniac
You're baring your tiled teeth, you picked up your T-shirt
You put Mandelstam's book under the oblique shelf
I recently threw all my notebooks into the oven
Do you see the ashes? — there are words in a neat mess
Between roofs and houses, between doors here and there
I don't remember my house, I forgot my temple
I'll forget you, I'll spill you on the way
You're as simple as heaven, but I have to go
Do you want to undress… Wait, don't come down
Get into my heart, not the fly of my jeans
The throat is muffled by an alcohol flask
Oh, lick my soul
Do you want to undress… Wait, don't come down
Get into my heart, not the fly of my jeans
The throat is muffled by an alcohol flask
Oh, lick my soul, nymphomaniac-a
Wa-a-a-a
Ah
A nymphomaniac
Wa-a-a-a-oh