Drama. Midnight at Ciocana.
She dances, A.E.
Karma cries when the blade breaks,
She's carefree.
But I know that
She still hasn't learned to cry.
Maybe today it'll snow crystals.
With your crystals. Yes, with crystals.
Lines. Two parallel ones
We share between us.
Friday. Today is Friday again
And they're forecasting rain.
But I know that
It won't rain -- it'll snow.
Yeah, it won't rain -- it'll snow
Crystals over us!
Their light isn't about us -- we're dust for them.
They left -- we're also leaving to be part of them.
When I see you, I have bizarre thoughts,
When you move -- everything disappears,
Without limits, without borders
Dance with me!
Wine is the architect of the night
When we're together.
Come and make me lack air
Again with your moist lips.
Steal my time
And make it just about you.
I want it to be about you!
Don't turn time back for me . . .
A hundred tsunamis worth of waves
Fall over us again.
Shores? We don't know what shores mean!
We dance in the rain!
Another night,
After which, another one.
Maybe even the storm will come!
We don't want to go back in time . . .
Their light isn't about us -- we're dust for them.
They left -- we're also leaving to be part of them.
When I see you, I have bizarre thoughts,
When you move -- everything disappears,
Without limits, without borders
Dance with me!