Who of us didn’t roam,
Looking for the truth
In lights of someone’s home,
Hoping, you still didn’t lose
The day to meet your dream,
Swearing not to lie,
Through all the evening mist,
Just like in times, when…
I… used to die,
Used to rise,
Used to fall in snow again.
There’s no heaven
On the land,
Doesn’t matter, what I’ve dreamt.
But, somewhere, my angel lives,
She smokes and drinks congac,
And waiting for someone with
No knowledge, that I’m the one.
When she will be tired of roam,
Maybe she’ll meet the desired.
And I’m gonna see her love…
My incompleteness…
I… used to die,
Used to rise,
Used to fall in snow again.
There’s no heaven
On the land,
Doesn’t matter, ho I dreamt.
Used to die,
Used to rise,
Used to fall in snow again.
There’s no heaven
On the land,
Doesn’t matter, what I’ve dreamt.
If you’re feeling very nasty -
You will find me on the Nevsky.
Macedonian becomes a Persian,
Using bones for playing Scherzo.
Need a place to warm your face -
Nevsky is not such a place,
But I still got my heart in the chest,
Come on! Take it, that’s your chance!
Need a place to warm your face -
Nevsky is not such a place,
But I still got my heart in the chest,
Come on! Take it, that’s your chance!
Only…
Be tender with me…
Be tender with me…
Be tender with me, you!
Only…
Be tender with me…
Be tender with me…
Be tender with me, you!
Only…
Be tender with me…
Be tender with me…
Be tender with me, you!
Only…
Be tender with me…
Be tender with me…
Be tender with me, you!