Казанова

Night, like ink, spilled across the canals,
A stranger's drama woven into the whisper of the wind.
Through masks, lace, and secret rendezvous,
A shadow passes, leaving no remorse.
In his eyes, sparks of excitement, in his movements, a serpent's grace,
He is embodied sin, captivating wildness.
Behind every gesture – a challenge, behind every smile – a secret,
And in everyone's heart – a fatal breach he has made.


Innocence, honor, and glory are at stake,
But the flame of passion is merciless, it's all-consuming.
They fall into his net, like moths to a flame,
And for them, it seems there's no way back.

Припев
He's a virtuoso of desires, an architect of dreams,
In his embrace, you forget pain and stress.
He tears off masks, reveals the essence of the soul,
And in this dance of seduction, there's not a drop of lies.
He's an eternal wanderer, in search of new shores,
His story has neither beginning nor end.


From opulent halls to humble chambers,
He sows a storm of feelings, knowing no reproach.
He changes faces, cities, like gloves on his hands,
And in every new gaze, he finds his temptation.
He tempts, he captivates, he leads along,
Leaving behind only confusion and heat.
His tongue is like honey, his touch – poison,
And every encounter is a small parade.


Innocence, honor, and glory are at stake,
But the flame of passion is merciless, it's all-consuming.
They fall into his net, like moths to a flame,
And for them, it seems there's no way back.

Припев
He's a virtuoso of desires, an architect of dreams,
In his embrace, you forget pain and stress.
He tears off masks, reveals the essence of the soul,
And in this dance of seduction, there's not a drop of lies.
He's an eternal wanderer, in search of new shores,
His story has neither beginning nor end.


But deep inside his soul, behind the mask of a cynic and flatterer,
Perhaps a vulnerable heart is hidden.
He seeks not bodies, but echoes of purity,
Trying to quench his dreams in fleeting encounters.



Припев
He's a virtuoso of desires, an architect of dreams,
In his embrace, you forget pain and stress.
He tears off masks, reveals the essence of the soul,
And in this dance of seduction, there's not a drop of lies.
He's an eternal wanderer, in search of new shores,
His story has neither beginning nor end.
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