With you we met again,
The night outside is dark.
I'm my love again
I will pour all over you.
This night is like everything
But every time, as the first.
Even the echo of these topics
Our nerves are straining.
As if the Grail - to see the flesh
Each other without clothes.
This instant all year round
Feed on hope.
Tender lips kisses
Everything burns the body.
If only the joy of those minutes
For an instant not flown by.
With you we met again,
The night outside is dark.
I'm my love again
I will pour all over you.
The sofa creaks,
Break the bed.
These feelings are not a hoax
So do not betray.
The nights will be quiet
Your ringing voice.
Nakiet Bliss Shroud
Splashing juice.
When will the flight end
Satisfied with our souls,
I'll fall, erasing sweat,
And you rush to the shower.
With you we met again,
The night outside is dark.
I'm my love again
I will pour all over you
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