ночь (Night)

Trendy shoelaces
Cool makeup, trimmed bangs
I'm ready to eat with my hands
Dishes of pleasure and the bitter fruit of love
Strange words
Cutting and crawling out from under the skin
You, as always, are right
Most likely it's already similar

Night
And we're sad
Bringing one in, leaving with another
Night
And we're sad at night

I feel good with you
No problem that the neighbors knock on the door
I'll tell the password
In exchange for freedom, in exchange for torment
Indivisible passion
With dark lipstick, with a light gait
In your hands my power
In bright pink wrapping

Lustful model
The main face of the slaughterhouse
I'll rent a night hotel
And you'll be calm about everything
You
Accept me
Straight into your arms with pleasant words
I'm not afraid of the belt
Included with your juicy lips

Night Night Night
And we're sad
Bringing one in, leaving with another
Night Night Night
And we're sad at night