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Sneak like a cat, get into the heart

Inspiration: Sophie Kurbatova

«You are the lips of the lost general…»

You are the mistress of my lips and eternal joy,

Love to tremble, crossing the coast,

Called me like you knew everything

And before you I lived in the twilight, slightly drunk.

The wine of desire clouded my mind

Your voice melted my heart and my dreams

I accept past mistakes as an incident,

I walked forward, burning bridges behind me.

Killed by your love and your tenderness,

Captivated by wondrous beauty and affection,

I shore you, hiding forever from all friends,

You have become the expression of a dream and a fairy tale.

Sneaking like a cat, you will penetrate the heart,

To remain the mistress from now on forever,

My life will soon cease to be the same

I remember I flew to you with the wind in my dreams.