Виктория Исупова - Аль Квотион - Но это не предел. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Do not create an understanding limit. Here are the words of your hurry ants run in the womb of the monitor, they slide on my eyes, sneak in the failure of the pupil, but this is not the limit. Here is your voice, coloring of the child, multicolored with shades of emotions, flows into me, is given to echo on the membrane of feelings, but this is not the limit. Here is your look in the focus, in stubbornness, the screaming stupid your heart, thrilling under my hand, but this is not the limit.

Do not create the limit of proximity. Here is your skin, elastic heat, a wet invitation to a kiss, and I am a hell on her fingers of the words spells, but this is not the limit. Here is your passion, burning from the inside, burning the exhaust of the soul, instinctively shrinking into the light, but this is not the limit. Here is your breath, salty from thirst, penetrating into my light divorces of sharpened love, but this is not the limit.

Do not create a limit of life. Here spring in the blood is dancing in his madness, falls into the sky, breaks the clouds of thoughts on the strip of scarlet sunset, but this is not the limit. Here, the sea bursts into your chest, running from the cliff, stunits the desire to be, scattered with the splashes of happiness in the density of laughter, flows down to the tenderness of the naked body, but this is not the limit. Here is your life that knocks from the legs to the shoulders ridiculous wings, yours, only yours, is infinitely deep, there is a bright bright, rising by the wind and falling with the flowers of the cherries in outstretched hands, but this is not the limit .. and leaning these petals in the hands, do not create The limit of death.

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