The dance begins somewhere inside,
She finds breathing and the right rhythm.
The room flickers, instead of music, silence,
And behind closed eyes, only she -
She is in space.
He has ten ways to tell her why
She is like that, and he knows, she will believe him.
He pushes the door, light falls on him,
And he sees her and sees that she is not -
She is in space.
She is there, she is here
She is not. No, she still has
She is here, she is there
She seems to swim on the waves
She does not hear that he seems to want to tell her now,
Does not hear what exactly he wants to tell her now, give her
Chance, choice, right, right to choose,
And, of course, the time from which she fell out,
He says all this, and as his own speaking
He will be read to torment vague suspicions, yeah-aga,
What is more he says, the less he understands,
And then she opens her eyes, and he disappears
In space -
She is in space.
The dance begins somewhere inside.
In space.
