Come on after me, I know there is life on the back of the moon.
Give me a hand, because we are no more - we will burn the bridges
And we’ll fly away to the place where our dreams are with you.
A whole life is with you, you are mine and I am all yours, only yours.
There is no problem where to get? There it is handed over to my floor.
Here on Earth I tried different things, but did not better.
In the eyes of strangers, I always looked doomed,
So I wanted to erase my memory with a device from "People in Black".
I caused a lot of evil and insults and there are no reasons,
But there, on the moon, I feel my heart even somehow knocking differently.
And plus my angel with me, I would disappear if not for you.
I admit, before meeting with you, I did not believe in love, did not believe in dreams.
And we, hugging tightly, dance a slow dance in the crater,
Having discarded all the prejudices and I dress you a ring on a finger.
I admit, I'm not sure that I would be alive if I had not met her,
So little is needed for happiness, be near the end of our days!
And you and I are on the back of the moon.
Where are they and where are we? Where are they and where are we?
Me and you on the back of the moon.
Where are they and where are we? Where are they and where are we?
And you and I are on the back of the moon.
Where are they and where are we? Where are they and where are we?
Me and you on the back of the moon.
On the back of the moon.
I remember falling down, I remember that it was hard to get up
And I certainly could not if I had not believed in a happy result.
That strength, the tributary of leaning the load of problems detained, I like a titanium.
Now it seems something far away, as if everything fell into place.
Now with a smile, and then I was somewhere in my whole
And the sense of reality is hidden where the soul is hellishly far away.
And something was nickel, often interfered with falling asleep, crushed on the chest
And in the mug is not coffee, but mercury in which it is easy to drown.
It seemed not to be returned, the past is poison! Self -control strives for zeros,
A cocktail of depression, sadness, powerlessness, pain. And in equal shares.
Raise the anchors, drift. Again on ***, again in defense will folly!
Instead of me, hundreds will be devil, but you know for sure which of them I am!
Take my hand, don't be afraid! The path will be long and not from simple
But this is a trifle, I myself walked on Bosom coal until he cooled.
If we instead, then we will break through! It won't work - let's try it again!
Something in me so persistently claims that this feeling is the same!
And you and I are on the back of the moon.
Where are they and where are we? Where are they and where are we?
Me and you on the back of the moon.
Where are they and where are we? Where are they and where are we?
And you and I are on the back of the moon.
Where are they and where are we? Where are they and where are we?
Me and you on the back of the moon.
On the back of the moon.
