Nymphomaniac (en inglés)

Nymphomaniac
[Verse 1]
The wind drags us hard
The wind drops us on the run
You are good only for wine
Not voluntarily, only in delirium

You talk like a squeak bolt
In an old foreign apartment
The vulgar book,
All your things in the world
[Chorus]
Do you want to undress … Wait, do not go down
Climb my heart, not the pants jeans
Throat strangles alcohol bottle
Oh, pour out my soul, nymphomaniac
[Verse 2]
Tossed teeth tear, raised a T-shirt
Mandelstam’s book is placed under the slanting shelf
And I recently threw all my notebooks into the stove
Do you see the ashes? There are little words in a harmonious mess
Between the roofs of the houses, between the doors here and there
I do not remember my house, I forgot my temple
I’ll forget you, splash in the way
You’re as simple as heaven, but I have to go
[Chorus]
Do you want to undress … Wait, do not go down
Climb my heart, not the pants jeans
Throat strangles alcohol bottle
Oh, pour out my soul, nymphomaniac