I know where you fly, and you yourself know it
What burns disturbing dreams.
Cars, boulevards, showcases them avatars,
One week and two days before the spring.
In the window of an empty tram I watching you,
Tries to think how much to gigs.
To download your secrets, their dreams and desires,
And how much do you need more steps ...
Up to you, to you, to you ...
Up to you, to you, to you ...
I love, I love ...
When you breathe, when you catch a wave of my eyes,
I pray, I pray ...
Get closer, become closer.
I love, I love, I love
When you hear, my rain on the roof, a wave of my phrases.
I pray, I pray, I pray
Get closer, become closer.
Words, poems and songs, and a heart like a comet,
Burns somewhere between night and day.
In the pocket of the orbit and matches - my funny habits,
Again, get wet in the cold rain.
In your eyes, I'll gradually the whole universe,
I knee all that was yesterday.
I will laugh and be angry, to manage to dream
And the stars slowly count to the morning.
For you, for you, for you ...
For you, for you, for you ...
