This spring morning has taken me by surprise.
I've found myself in the web of your restless steps.
And I can't break this thin thread.
And you've never known how to leave, just like me.
No, I'm not afraid anymore, I'm sure it's not fear.
All of my fears are held by the fate, by her1 sensitive hands.
I will swing at them, hardly saying a word, breaking into a scream. But you will not understand, you are not used to fate.
Chorus:
Even the sky above us is now the absolute serenity.
Does it seem to me or you've really become more careful than me? Well, but why not? So give me at least a single drop of hope, just a single second, an instant, a moment from a new day.
No, don't look at me, everything is clear without words.
And the thoughts in my head are crashing up to bleeding.
Our story is crying on the soulless pages.
And you are not a hero in this book, you are a little prince.
Chorus:
Look, even the sky above us is the absolute serenity.
Does it seem to me or you've really become more careful than me? Well, but why not? So give me at least a single drop of hope, just a single second, an instant, a moment from a new day.
[Solo]
Even the sky above us is the absolute serenity.
Does it seem to me or you've really become more careful than me? Well, but why not? So give me at least a single drop of hope, just a single second, an instant, a moment from a new day.
1. Personification; fate is meant, the word "fate" being of feminine gender in the Russian language.