I would like to wake up next to you
Tomorrow morning after a hundred centuries
I 'd like to see in the corners of your eyes
Blinding ray of a movie about us
Where the bright sun rises again
Where everything is good and just life begins
Saudi joy, the Brooklyn days
Zyuzinsky night , but St. Petersburg dreams.
But , my fifteen knife ,
Leave a place for living ,
And with reproachful looks doctor skoroy-
He is hopeless and so cold .
My fifteen knife ,
I am among the dead, not the living,
And do not weep at dawn
You 're not born children .
And I will not hurt to look down ,
And it will be fun to dive into the clouds
As if in a blue sea, where you swam ,
By learning as I dive into the clouds .
Where a hospital bed , half-finished glass ,
Where with you does not hurt , and the blood in half,
Where joy more than shed tears,
Where trouble for fun , and death is not serious.
Chorus .
I'm standing on the avenue of a city ,
Snow falls , but for some reason is not cold ,
I look at my watch , and they answer me ,
What are you looking at , dude, you are long gone !
And I smoke in the bustle of an unfamiliar city ,
And I see you- beautiful , proud ,
You walk across the street , you go on a date,
I 'll wait for you , I'll forgive the delay .