muhammi - Рахат-Лукум - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And I read the gospel, I read Luka, the life of fucking is not sweet Rahat-Lukum! Girl make me a pleasant, old man, and in a private room I'm a string! Somewhere the prayer sang the mosque, and we are naked among candles, around silence, do not have any speeches, only in the morning you will perceive on my shoulder! Only silhouettes and plexus of legs and hands, and today we will play a bad game. I will be gentle with you, I will rude, in the light of the moon so delicious your chest! The game of candles, your breath, a dumb passion, and we seem to be strangers in the morning. One single moment we can steal - let these moans take the winds!