Wet pavement, headlights shine in the eyes
Here there is no "allowed" and no "prohibited"
We're all daughters of cities, of our small worlds.
Glossy light blinds our eyes
And me - I'm the third from the left, the sixth one is no more
And we all have sad stories, we have just moved in.
The windows in the capital are wide open, sleepwalking girls
Tears-vodka, will break down into candy wrappers
Walking barefoot on the glass of the Milky Way.
The windows in the capital are wide open, sleepwalking girls
Childhood croaked/died *1, we undo our hair braids
I agree to everything except love.
Rhinestone-eyes, it's easier to close them *2
Do everything right, then smoke and forget
For their paper thank you, everything granted and I don't care.
Call home to mom to tell her
That everything is fine, one can only dream
We all have the same sad stores - territory, the battlefield is me.