Your cruel device
your blood like ice

One look could kill my pain
your thrill.

I wanna love you but I better not touch - don't touch

I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop.
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much - too much

I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison.

You're poison runnin' through my veins
you're poison

I don't wanna break these chains.

Your mouth
so hot
your web
I'm caught

Your skin
so wet
black lace on sweat.

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins - and pins

I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name.
Don't wanna touch you but you're under my skin - deep in

I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison.

You're poison runnin' through my veins
you're poison

I don't wanna break these chains - poison.

One look could kill my pain
you thrill.

I wanna love you but I better not touch - don't touch
I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop.
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much - too much

I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison runnin' through my veins
you're poison

I don#t want to break these chains - poison.


I don't wanna break these chains - poison.
Runnin' deep inside my veins
burning deep inside my veins - poison.
I don't wanna break these chains - poison.

Есть в этом что то настальгичекое. Эти песни ставил нам Вова-дискотечник в пионерском лагере. Ну а поскольку в те времена знать инстранный язык было вредно (иначе в Болгарию не выпускали ), то к словам особо никто и не прислушивался. Но с той поры диско вызывает у меня трепетные чувства. Конец лета, прощальная дискотека, и обязательно какой-нибудь пионервожатый.