I hold your hand and everything becomes fuzzy.
Soothe me again and I like how you look
In this ridiculous cap a lot.
I suggest to don't hide and of course not to be hidden.
If you believe to film directors, we are loaded to matrix.
Lanterns turn in and I hold your hand.
Stars had fell into my empty pockets by chance
And gave up hope,
My knees were cold,
You were happy and drunk,
And something important was between us.
I hold your hand so you won't be stolen,
Criminals hide in Volgas in the alleys.*
Maybe we could get warm in the call-boxes.
This sad saga never ends.
I don't need and do, you are my loneliness.
I don't dramatize, I hold your hand.
Stars had fell into my empty pockets by chance
And gave up hope.
My knees were cold,
You were happy and drunk.
Stars had fell on purpose…