There, somewhere on the glass, your lips,
It's a pity I'm not outside the window,
Touch to the mole, follows from the palms,
It is no longer possible to be inspired by you, it is awful,
You were a miracle…
Five minutes, like five centuries,
Night without you horror…
Five minutes, like five centuries,
Night without you horror…
Tears off the roof…
Like in a movie, like about us,
But turn on the light - it's time.
In your verses, in your songs,
It's a pity they don't have anything about me,
No words, no dots, nothing…
Five minutes, like five centuries,
Night without you horror…
Five minutes, like five centuries,
Night without you horror…
Tears off the roof…