Maybe this spring pours drops from the roof , filling the empty Paris .
So casually sublime phrase book we drew our world.
The road waiting for us with you hard , distant , at the crossroads , we do not have to tear that routine out of the way we
We are shadows on the cold platform,
and while we did not catch up .
Maybe I'll be back someday, this city Zakhlebnyi not breathe . He remembers us, he remembers us , and we all remember how now .
Maybe I'll be back someday, this city Zakhlebnyi not breathe . He remembers us, he remembers us
Outside the window accordion and wine , the sky with diamonds , Chanel.
And somewhere voice sits pathetically shivering cold and warm April.
I remember .. And now the road waiting for us with you hard , distant , at the crossroads of us, our word wide web , not on the way to us.
We are shadows on the cold platform, and while we did not catch up .
Maybe I'll be back someday, this city Zakhlebnyi not breathe . He remembers us, he remembers us , and we all remember how now .
Maybe I'll be back someday, this city Zakhlebnyi not breathe . He remembers us, he remembers us and we all remember we remember .
We are shadows on the cold platform, and while we did not catch up .
Maybe I'll be back someday, this city Zakhlebnyi not breathe . He remembers us, he remembers us , and we all remember we remember .
Maybe I'll be back someday, this city Zakhlebnyi not breathe . He remembers us, he remembers us and we all remember remember
