Gudvin, Soul 8 - Я Тебя Напишу

Я укутаю в плед тебя сонную
Your sweet sweet love
It smells like london, my besson
It's quiet and dark
You're not married, you're not a safe from the night, in love's gentle snare
No promise broken, no heart to be shared
My heart knows only the love we have shared
Hush now, beloved
Wrapped in my care
Safe from the night
Your love's gentle snap
My promise broken
Don't dare to be shared
My heart knows only the love we have shared
The smell of soap, prayer, and the lads
It was again a night of acceptance.