English version of this http://www.stihi.ru/2009/05/27/3707
We'll drink sweet bliss through the tube into the glass of tenderness. We'll look into the eyes of each other.Yours have color of coffee beans.Mine are like viscous caramel.Look through candy eyes at multicolored confetti flying up and when it falls down it covers us from top to toe.Now we are bright,all colors've mixed and we look like fruit bubble-gum.We are shrouded by sweet cotton wool of words that don`t want to be spoken aloud.It sould be only quiet, a little bit cool whisper.I love the taste of these words and that they're melting on the lips like an ice-cream.From such a cold creep run through the body.But this cold warms like nothing.The taste of coolness,vanilla and nuts hovers in the air.Silver grains of sugar have almost dissolved in the dark tea.