Текст песни Группа Универлаг - Полуночный блюз

We sit on the couch, chatting about different things.
I opened the bottle. A glass of vino.
I stare at your chest, lips, hair.
You look back, and this is too much.

I rip off your shirt and bra
I bite into my nipples. I am the last bastard.
You babble something that, they say, it's too early.
I look at the clock - no, it's already midnight.

Now my tongue polishes the place
Where nothing can enter without desire.
What are you delicious there ... like canned food,
Like a cinnamon roll. Like soup. Like honey.