Sleep flees from warm hands
Gentle fingers caressed whiskey
A behind the scenes of the White Nights
Everyone who does not sleep, the nightingale sings
Thin fingers fell on the chest
Hair tangled, want to fly away
And touch my flesh
What would flamed flames of passion
Tart juices recent love
Their kiss you try
Hardness of desire in me revived
Scarlet lips prisoner captured
Red rose bud wet
Lips not keep, born moan
Finely and nervously trembling eyelashes
Somewhere wanders lost look
White nights and my nightingale
No, do not go away from you to me now
Let my body carries the plane
My heart sings with nightingales