Monetochka - Nimfomanka [Нимфоманка] Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

(equirhythmic, rhyming)

Nymphomaniac

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Hard for the wind to drag us along
Dropped by the wind we fall on the ground
You only work together with wine
Forced by delirium state of mind.
Sound of you speaking
Is door latch squeaking
In an old, strange apartment
A cheesy book and
A cheapest ciggy
Are all the things in the world you own.
 
Are you undressing?
Stop, don’t you go below
Get under my skin
Do not reach for my fly.
 
Flask of spirits,
Heavy gasping.
Oh, will you eat my soul up,
 
Nymphomaniac!
 
Grinning with the glazed tiles she pulls up her t-shirt
Time to put the Mandelstam’s book back onto the high shelf
Spent my morning burning poems, all the lines go bye-bye
Check the ashes. See the balanced chaos of the verses?
 
Past the roofs, past the doors I fly by far and wide
I’ve forgotten my home, left my temple behind
You’ll become lost to me, not a memory to show
You are heavenly plain, nonetheless I will go.
 
Are you undressing?
Stop, don’t you go below
Get under my skin
Do not reach for my fly.
 
Flask of spirits,
Heavy gasping.
Oh, will you eat my soul up,
 
Nymphomaniac!
 


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