Always said that you are woman With a swords under the shirt. Your insults in maze of my ears, Oh, turn into yellow dirt. Inaccessible as bottle Of the most expensive wine. Listened to you but I never Learned to read between the lines
Chorus: Try to be my satisfaction, Drown me in your eyes. Try to be my satisfaction, Lift me up to paradise.
All your touches to my body As though habit-forming drug. No one knows how you have done it, But seeing you each wants to fuck. Odour of your pledges that is What I really would like to save. Let me live in perfect silence Like a dying in his grave.
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Oh, try to be my satisfaction, You feel it, no need to disguise, Oh, try to be my satisfaction, Lift me up to paradise…