I stand waiting,
Against the fast-running clock,
The flucrum in desire -
In my thoughts I'll never give you out!
The difference in pain between us
We share with our game.
Who of them is you, who of them is me -
One wouldn't guess with the calendars.
The truth cuts the glass stronger.
The truth is the glass, that means it's more painful!
An intelligent whore without a primitive spirit!
I choose your game, maybe I'll be good with you!
An intelligent whore, a saber-toothed fly!
I choose your game, maybe I'll be good with you!
I will judge on my condition, -
To the closest, to the distant hearts of yours.
Life is a square, one story.
We'll be together without any dramas.
I am conquered by you,
And, as bad luck would have it, I am lucky now.
We together are shackled tightly
One love cast - a letter is being torn.
The truth cuts the glass stronger.
The truth is the glass, that means it's more painful!
An intelligent whore without a primitive spirit!
I choose your game, maybe I'll be good with you!
An intelligent whore, a saber-toothed fly!
I choose your game, maybe I'll be good with you!
An intelligent whore without a primitive spirit!
I choose your game, maybe I'll be good with you!
An intelligent whore, a saber-toothed fly!
I choose your game, maybe I'll be good with you!