Retro blues dance tune. Music album "The Improbability of Coincidences" Lyricist Valery Stolypin

The song opens with a reflection on the unexpected nature of a first date, evolving into a beautiful blend of bliss and suffering, culminating in the utterance of 'I love you.' It speaks of two souls lost in sweet thoughts, swaying on the same wave of unknown delights, in a state of innocent sinlessness.

Falling in love is described as the Achilles' heel of a perpetually carefree soul. The closeness of hands and lips, a tender kiss, and the shared bliss of dreams paint a picture of enchantment, where only shy elements of nature bear witness to their deepening connection.

The lyrics delve into the impossibility of forgetting the moments of desperate love, a feeling both sweet and anxious. It's a state of being enchanted and inspired, yet fearful and cautious, where reality blurs with dreams, and the probabilities of connection feel negligible.

A silent dialogue transpires through loving gazes and shy smiles, where innocence is a virtue. The gentle touch of lips and eyes is enough to communicate deep affection, a generous reward that keeps them awake until dawn, cherishing every sensitive moment.

The desire to whisper three magic words and embrace under swaying treetops sets a scene of inevitable love. The song expresses a longing for soft touches, thrilling excitement, and the anticipation of happiness that will surely come, casting aside gloom and mirages.

A shared ancient language unspoken, an important exam they pass hand-in-hand. The tension of love hangs by a thread, mixing with dreams and sensitive heartbeats, awaiting words that can ignite or extinguish, urging them to breathe and open their souls.

The speaker declares to be the other's inhalation, seeing their beloved as a sudden flash in the stars, sweet and inspiring. They pledge loyalty and passionate harmony, urging for bolder intimacy, seduced by every cell and questioning why love empowers such boldness.

The difficulty of the 'first time' is explored, with minutes dragging as closeness approaches. The attraction is meant to expose desire and multiply feelings, with the sweetness of lips offering a minute of dreams and trembling, enveloping them in a magical haze.

Falling in love is likened to a lingering sip of hemlock, filled with a longing to caress and embrace. The desire to pretend to be a predatory octopus, to lift and circle, sowing confusion in soul and body, leads to thoughts of forgetting sobriety and committing reckless acts in a mysterious domain.

At midnight, unable to sleep, sharing secrets with the full moon. The lure of lips with temptations and dreams, intoxicated with pleasure, promises seriousness. A sweetly murmuring romantic whisper smoothly escalates, drawing them into a labyrinth of kisses and hugs, a protracted resonant trance that is terribly pleasant and sweet.

The forbidden boundaries of temptation and intimate touches ignite sensual passion, leading to a state of being powerless over desires. The world blossoms in their embraces, unifying souls and hearts under sparkling stardust, loving without pretense or building castles out of sand.

Coffee with a slice of lemon symbolizes their bittersweet connection, a bridge built between two bodies. Kisses convey passion, hands intertwine sharing feelings and power. Shadows dance, and insidious virgin attraction and shamanism are playfully invoked to open floodgates of experience, leading to intimacy.

Tides of passion and dark teasing shatter feelings into fragments. Their cheeks flush with desire, like two guitars resonating the fire of love, igniting a world of dreams. What was once forbidden becomes a reason for knowledge and permission to taste the fruit with one touch.

Inside a fireplace, flickering flames and dancing shadows stir hot desires. Wine sparkles as they bubble, floating in zero gravity, engaging in a tangle of lips, plunged into a haze of love's infection. This leads to complete intimate corruption, deriving delight from the sweetness of temptations and innocent pranks.

The world freezes as hands slide, turning on the magnet of mutual attraction. The intoxicating scent of skin and hair unifies them in an embrace, ascending to marital bliss under a magical full moon. Their passionate kisses are breathless, tempting each other with nakedness, knowing they are playing out paradise.

The speaker questions if this is truly love, yet recognizes it as something more, stirring blood with dreams and reality intertwined. The thought of their beloved's window being dark vexes them, acknowledging a deep longing that transcends mere love, urging action and connection.

A heart intoxicated with desire experiences both admiration and impenetrable darkness, grappling with unrequited feelings and fatal fate. Shadows draw them into a matrix of fantasies, but an invisible barrier often blocks happiness. Dreams become a poor consolation in this complex reality.

The lighting of a fire brings back summer, teasing with sinful temptation and sensual trepidation. The inexplicable and intoxicating delights are hid, while a nutcake is eaten, generously moistened with salty tea. Fear lingers that this feeling may pass, yet it's undeniably love.

Consciousness in a fog from closeness, a tender glance, and excited phrases stir the soul. A golden sunset paints rosy cheeks, and inexpressible happiness is found. In the silence of the forest stillness, an anxious pulse beats, and in a passionate embrace, love is realized.

Glances exchange, examining neck and shoulders, revealing unimaginable passion and surprise. A desire to realize caramel dreams, to touch lips, and yield to temptation. Anxiety and fear give way to embarrassment under the sunset's glow, where blushing lips invite a taste.

The density of illusions is tangible, filled with sweet, insatiable, innocent passion. The excitement of forbidden dreams, a cascade of kisses, and an intimate tsunami confirm this is true love. Every lover is a gourmet, capable of secretly kissing for hours, making miracles happen.

The sound of the wind, shadows, and the mind creating chimeras and dreams all serve as reminders of a distant beloved. Life is a game without rules, full of torment and temptation. The ground slips, reality becomes illusory, and loneliness feels inhumane.

Though once experiencing the mystic lesson of kissing dreams, the narrator struggles with sleeplessness, having just learned its meaning. They long to touch lips, feeling nothing more beautiful, as if it's a gift from heaven. Dreams fueled by temptation often lead to illusions and over-dreams, revealing secrets about love and sensitive moments.

At night, immersed in wicked sensual dreams, but morning brings a return to prosaic reality devoid of feeling and love. Life is lived in a sentimental, vulnerable anæsthesia, trapped in a theory of mirages and absurd visions. Faith and courage are lost, but life is not a novel, making it time to confess and find out what comes next.

One more captive night before dawn, wishing to be spouses for many years, desiring to experience intoxication again. The face, neck, hands, and chest are gently painted by light, observing a sacred ritual. It's important not to frighten inspiration, administering it with love intravenously, a double dose for therapeutic purposes.

Squinted, trembling eyelashes are about to spread wings for a beautiful flight. A gentle woman dreams something. The narrator feels intoxicated, wanting to sue with sensual intoxication, to find paradise. They decide to risk, throwing off veils and touching lips on everything hidden, causing intimate moans that make curtains blush.

The sweetness of lips, not stingy with generosity, hurries to create a compelling reason for everything. Only an hour remains to prepare a royal breakfast or extinguish a fire by exchanging sacred information, connecting two bodies, two souls, two ways of dampening vibration, giving and receiving warmth.

Raspberry juice stains lips crimson, beckoning a touch of sweet spots. Both are virginal and naive, slowly sinking into sly thoughts. A feverish reason is conjured to touch and kiss with closed eyes, feeling shame yet finding happiness in a sunlit bloodstream. The beloved is the most desirable in the world, a lifegiving sip of air.

The beloved is like a waterfall of curls, transforming into a swan princess or a wondrous firebird. The question arises if this is all a dream. The lips, raspberries, kisses, and tenderness are particles of life energy, leading to expressive faces and an unprecedented flow of happiness.

Love is intoxicating, causing confusion and turmoil, making the beloved bolder to kiss off guard. Focus and perspective are lost, the world dissolved in passionate mares. Love is selfless, the sweetest news. They remain unmoved, breathing every other breath, drawing into a haze of embraces and mischievous adventures, soulfully attached.

Under the whispers of a half-asleep garden, they are overwhelmed by emotion, suffocated by dreams. Crickets chirp loudly as they endure a sleepless evening, indulging in sudden insights. They embody sensual dreams, blinded by reality, easily subdued by eternal calls.

The inaudible babble of passion, fragrant flesh, and a trembling thrill create a stunningly delicious shock. An illusory dawn plunges their souls into deep hypnosis, disintegrating thoughts and feelings, allowing the flower of pleasure to bloom and grow. They taste salt, juiciness, and sweetness, finding delight and joy in a private dance.

The stars cannot be fooled; they are intoxicated with the sweetness of intimate generosity. Straps slip off shoulders, night unites and crowns them, gaining weightlessness from confessions and insights into dream secrets, from an abundance of desires. Life is fabulously beautiful with two.

The evening, with its elegant flirtation, paints the birch crowns lush, rosy, and purple crimson. It immerses them in a world of swirling dreams. Cheeks and lips promise bliss, a seductive gaze piercing with the phenomenon of perfection, conquering with subtle elegance and grace.

An ardent heart timidly plunges into a malleable trance as hands and lips rebelliously sin, realizing a risky chance. The spicy air, saturated with dreams from touch, brings flushed cheeks and shivers of embarrassment. They kiss with closed eyes in oblivion, a moment of bliss tasting of raspberries and honey.

This clear magic of the evening merges them in a hysteria of delight, critically close to a dreamer and a dream. Temptation to find happiness, with a touch of desire, intertwines two loves into one fate, without censorship or prohibition of feelings. They share an abundance of sympathy under twinkling stars and the moon.

The secret magic of happiness's formula plunges them into hypnosis, submitting to power, accepting intravenous anesthesia. Doses of kissing juice, the chemistry of trembling tenderness, and a riot of love hormones lead to blissful ecstasy, punched in a blood scroll.

The park is in full bloom, a unique carnival of color, warm and even hot. Her voice, like a little bell, guides them hand-in-hand through alleys, uninhibited. She is the most charming and graceful. The hum of bees, tulips, and the moisture of lips confirm love has happened suddenly, all lines of fate converging.

The sweetness of lips, like cake cream, and urgent actions overcome imaginary fears. They realize a lot can be done today, as love happens suddenly. A blissful thrill awakens desire, igniting attraction and the sinfulness of the body. They found shelter in a garden and merged in a voluptuous kiss, confused and enchanted by intimate pleasure.

Artless confessions of love stun with excitement, demanding caresses beyond modesty. They joyfully share their 'theft,' dreaming of happiness. As shadows awake, they postpone the novel's chapter until tomorrow, saying goodbye trustingly, having outlined a canvas of sacred secrets with a fair amount of fog.