I wake up in the morning and it seems again to me
That that girl in the mirror - that's not me
I don't want to be me at all
My hair is brown
My cheeks are purple
My thoughts are too fast
My eyes are too sensory
The life is too colorful
My eyes are green
My heart is wistful, yeee
Goodnight! At last!
My eyes are blue
Goodnight! At last!
My eyes are blue
I wake up in the morning and it seems again to me
That that near me - that's not you
I already don't know who you are
Sometimes I'm ashamed of you
Sometimes I hate you
You think, that you can buy me
Just a really stupid person
Could have thoughts like that
My lips are open a little
My body is burning
Goodnight! At last!
My eyes are blue
Goodnight! At last!
My eyes are blue
I wake up in the morning and it seems again to me
That that girl in the mirror - that's not me
I don't want to be me at all
My hair is brown
My cheeks are purple
My thoughts are too fast
My eyes are too sensory
The life is too colorful
My eyes are green
My heart is wistful, yeee
Goodnight! At last!
My eyes are blue
Goodnight! At last!
My eyes are blue