Ольга Зубарева - Целуй мои ноги

Kiss my feet
In black socks
Do you remember how I warmed
Your hands in the pockets of your jacket in winter
Now I’m calling hatred into myself
Trampling on my love for you, for you, for you!
And it’s dying under my feet
In black socks!
Kiss my feet in black socks
While I trample on my feelings for you