I want to fly. Oh, don't speak!
I want a life in airplane mode
So, on the maps of the world divine1 for me:
Where is my paradise, tell me? (Oh-oh)
Maybe where the mountains love the snow?
Maybe where the waves knock you off your feet?
And in fact there where you kiss
My eyelashes gently
If into my dreams
Flights were redirected
Only Kyiv-Paris
I would have let be. You - let go of the fear.
Flights were redirected
Into the night, into my dreams
There, you're my Paris
And even more than that. More than that, darling
Da-da-darling (darling)
(You're my Paris)
Darling (darling)
(You're my Paris)
Da-da-darling (darling)
(You're my Paris)
I want to fly. Oh, don't speak!
I want a life in airplane mode
So, on the maps of the world divine for me:
Where is my paradise, tell me? (Oh-oh)
Maybe where happiness lacks words?
Maybe where the tower of girls' dreams is?
And in fact there where you kiss
My eyelashes gently
If into my dreams
Flights were redirected
Only Kyiv-Paris
I would have let be. You - let go of the fear.
Flights were redirected
Into the night, into my dreams
There - you're my Paris
And even more than that. More than that, darling
Da-da-darling (darling)
(You're my Paris)
Darling (darling)
(You're my Paris)
Da-da-darling (darling)
(You're my Paris)
Darling, you're my Paris
Darling, you're my Paris
If into my dreams
Flights were redirected
Only Kyiv-Paris
I would have let be. You - let go of the fear.
Flights were redirected
Into the night, into my dreams
There, you're my Paris
And even more than that. More than that, darling
Da-da-darling (darling)
(You're my Paris)
Darling (darling)
(You're my Paris)
Da-da-darling (darling)
(You're my Paris)
1. From (по)ворожити, a dated word that means 'to divine, to augur'