A hand on the clock accelerated pulse
Tears on eyes are choking – and may be
We’re breathing, but not in the tact, that is,
It just happened like that - I’ll be back
Noise of lanes, I’m still breathing
The drops on the panes, I’m hurrying into the street
I’d ask for time - perhaps, I’m asking more
You’re giving to my eyes your only smoke
In the world of unnecessary words we both keep silent
You’re hiding your tired look, my heart is calling back
But, despite everything, the clock is hurrying
At the window again until 5 a.m.
In these evenings you’re alone now
I’ve lost the essence, if I could only breathe out a bit
The eyes ink went down like streams
You’re writing your story – the summer of our souls
Just I’ll never be back again here
And I'm not yours but I love, you're my crash
You’re giving to my eyes your only smoke
In the world of unnecessary words we both keep silent
You’re hiding your tired look, the heart is calling back
But, despite everything, the clock is hurrying
You’re giving to my eyes your only smoke
In the world of unnecessary words we both keep silent
You’re hiding your tired look, the heart is calling back
But, despite everything, the clock is hurrying (x2)