Love, like a sommelier,
Tries my blood,
Which has become kinder and more refined
In my heart.
It will get drunk
With old French chateau,
Having drained the cave,
Having reached the groggy limit.
The passion is born by the thirst,
Which is deteriorating.
This outcome is actual
For the body and for the soul.
No one knows
Where love has come from.
It has left hangover
After na;ve gifts of the wine-maker.
Любовь, как знаток сомелье - Стар Конфликт English
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