I'm like Yuri Gagarin in your microcosm
I know everything that was before, and what is after
Not dreaming about you, not suffering without you
Smiling softly, I'm opening your door
I'm convincing myself - you're a shallow being
You're certainly not my cup of tea and I like something else
But something still wins me over
Your hands are proving the opposite to me
Neatly, neatly, neatly
The destiny is shooting. Rarely, rarely, rarely
It misses. The branch, branch, branch
Was flexible. Baby, baby
I'm not your girlfriend.
I'm like Fyodor Mikhailovich with his "Idiot"
I'll name you in three notes
My diagnosis is sad, I'm not trying to fall ill
I'm melting like a Snow Maiden touching you
Marengo colored thoughts, indigo colored skies
Our childish happiness - it's wild anyway
Voice sweeter than liquor, vanilla colored skin
Your lips have got in the wrong place again
Neatly, neatly, neatly
The destiny is shooting. Rarely, rarely, rarely
It misses. The branch, branch, branch
Was flexible. Baby, baby
I'm not your girlfriend. (2x)
I'm like Yuri Gagarin in your microcosm
I know everything that was before, and what is after
Not dreaming about you, not suffering without you
Smiling softly, I'm opening your door
I'm convincing myself - you're a shallow being
You're certainly not my cup of tea and I like something else
But something still wins me over
Your hands are proving the opposite to me
Neatly, neatly, neatly
The destiny is shooting. Rarely, rarely, rarely
It misses. The branch, branch, branch
Was flexible. Baby, baby
I'm not your girlfriend. (2x)