The seventeenth night of that autumn
Had killed all my heart's principles
Had picked up my tired legs from the ground
And to her, to her like magnets
But her love is "she and she"
Two Venuses with the pink marks
And tied like one and one
With the threads, with the threads of the warm body
The seventeenth rain of that street
Had washed off all my soul's rules
I'd stolen her, all've happend
And she established traps in vain
I'll show her, where the love is blooming
How they've been creating a new life for centuries
But this true covers me again
Not mine, not mine, she's not mine
Plus doesn't believe in minus
Opposite - not the law
Where the pink virgins
Lick the sugar of delight
It floods the halls
With the wild honey and the vine
Where the pink virgins
Lick the sugar...
The seventeenth page of that novel
Had left white-white, untouched
Just with the drops of my conscience
And with the snow of illusions engulfed
Plus doesn't believe in minus
Opposite - not the law
Where the pink virgins
Lick the sugar of delight
It floods the halls
With the wild honey and the vine
Where the pink virgins
Lick the sugar...