Very thin sprout holds around me.
I have lived in fire, forgetting myself.
Blindfold me and touch the current.
It's seem that I'm alone, It's seem that I'm flower.
I disappear as smoke and you cannot it see,
It's seems that I'm pollen in hot hands.
It happened to me, it happened not in the day,
It's seem that I flying over great rain.
I won't be weeping anymore, be weeping silently ,
It won't be useful.
I won't be weeping anymore, be weeping silently ,
I'm silent, you're silent...
Ma-ma-ma-marijuana
It's not nettle, don't take it.
Оh-оh-оh..
Ma-ma-ma-marijuana
Don't touch it, better without it
Оh-оh-оh...
I made step back, I made step up.
I haven't thought that wind will sweep us away.
We are stamped on white papers,
It's as fire stories from cold moon.
I won't be weeping anymore, be weeping silently ,
It won't be useful.
I won't be weeping anymore, be weeping silently ,
I'm silent, you're silent...