Oh, lust, languor, filth -
Is that what you wanted in quiet days?
All future fools and dead,
Little is given to youth.

So what are you ?! Is it time now
To resort to ardent darkness to fall into sin,
To taste the untold hour in the flesh,
Get fed up under this marvelous canopy ?!

Indulges a shadow with a beautiful thigh ...
Oh, hot lips! Oh, smoky eyes confusion!
Forgive us in heaven - with difficulty!
So do not tom, please resist!

Get fucked up in a flash,
Having taken sodomy poison, shine in twists!
And Messalina, thirsting for, shine
How the sun shines in horse mane!

Confused be with me till the morning
Rip off the cassock that binds your mind,
Let the virginity of the braids take the winds
I am your Gabriel, I am your voluptuous!

Kohl want, we can several slaves
Playfully add to the vicious games;
They sold out with an assembly of their shrines
My vices are soul-eating tigers.

Let them become two, bending deep,
So that the glass was on the buttock.
Statues do not stir - just that -
We shall give a trembling harlot!

And you, the Queen of fallen prostitutes,
Sitting on the throne of the coveted,
To dominate among the fallen sisters of hell
And the slave bodies in their service in shifts.

Come on! They themselves too
Passing through the coals of many passions,
Will perceive the tenderness of the poor as nonsense -
They were poisoned by the sophistication of power.

They, forgetting about feelings beyond the line
This graceful ascended castle
Suddenly they understand - they need heat,
The essence of which conceals any female.

They do not work, each has a bed ...
Let the virgins and sinful care,
But everyone will be jealous
Me to you without any doubt.

Oh, lust, languor, filth -
Is that what you wanted in quiet days?
All future fools and dead,
Little is given to youth.

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