Marika - BAQAA

Tłumaczenie:

It’s not the end at all, because I’ll look into your eyes once
And these won’t be the pupils, the net of veins and white eye.
It’s not the end at all, because I’ll take your hand
And I won’t feel the skin and so labile like calque.

R;
Wait for me a little, I am packing a bag of impressions
There is too big affection to hands, breasts, hips
A huge hunger of breathe, breakfasts and dinners
Yeah, I like to sleep, I want to make love, be wrong and right.

I am scratching a clearance as small as a pinhead
I learn how not to feel the sorrow, study to be silent
Maybe I will look further that at the tip of my nose finally
I will see you and I will scatter myself like the cigarette ash.
R;
Wait for me a little, I’m packing a bag of impressions
There is too big affection to hands, breasts, hips
A huge hunger (need) of breathe, breakfasts and dinners
Yeah, I like to sleep, I want to make love, be wrong and right.


Hej, uuuuuuuuuuuuuu, hej, hej, / 4x

Wait for me a little, I’m packing a bag of impressions
There is too big affection to hands, breasts, hips
A huge hunger (need) of breathe, breakfasts and dinners
Yeah, I like to sleep, I want to make love, be wrong and right.