LYRICS

You do not wait preznik with me
I’m not your gift and not fall down
knees, I’m not an altar.
lips my prize, if
first taste will burn
of vechka stake with my southern blood.

Chorus:
Turn me into a goddess
and be ready from heaven pyrite
give you love.
Turn me into a goddess, if
‘m not from heaven pyrite
will send you thunder.

I’m not brozhka gold, or pink
sleep transgressions you
no forgiveness’m relentless.

lips my reward, if you taste first,
will burn in eternal bonfire
south with my blood.

Chorus … (x2)