Mala Sara - Пий Мен, Пий Мене

Hey-hey-hey.
Evening smells of grapes
You follow me past the garden.
I’m in a red dress, fire in my eyes.
You brought me wine.
But
I’m tipsy from you.
You touched my shoulder, and a candle lit up.
One more touch and
I’m burning.
I’m letting you get closer
Don’t just look, hold me and pull me to you.