Little boys
Try to be cool
Little girls
Believe them. Ah ha
They dress up
And roll in their whips
Hiding from someone
With someone till the morning
What next? Later
We'll press the button on the remote
And go easily right to Paradise
Red carpet,
False mirrors
As for someone that we love
We'll never be with them
Why did we forget
that we are humans?
Let your scream fly out
Ti the poles of the Earth
Fly!
From Moscow to New York
Through the opened windows
It flies with no direction over the world
Look!
That's the scream of lonely love
From Moscow to New York
Through the opened windows
It flies with no direction over the world
Look!
That's the scream of lonely love
Boys and girls
Make a date
One says on the radio
"It's a Friday!'Hurrah!"
White ribbons
Get inside our cells
And every time we're sure
that love has finally come