Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means
Temptation, temptation, Oh, temptation, I can't resist
Well I know that he is made of smoke But I've lost my way He knows that I am broke But I must play
Temptation, temptation, Oh, temptation, I can't resist
Dutch pink and Italian blue He is there waiting for you My will has disappeared Now confusion is also clear
Temptation, temptation, Oh, temptation, I can't resist
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Бренди ржавого цвета в алмазном бокале, наяву возникают виденья из снов, время сладостно тянется приторным мёдом, лишь влюблённым глупцам всё понятно без слов...