I hold your hand and everything becomes fuzzy .
Soothe me again and I very like
How you look in this ridiculous cap.
I suggest to don't hide and of course not to be hidden.
If you believe to film directors, we are loading to matrix.
Lanterns turn in and I hold your hand
Stars had fell in my empty pockets by chance,
And had leaved their hopes.
My knees were cold,
You were happy and drunk.
And something important was between us
I hold your hand to you won't be grabbing,
Criminals hide into Volgas in the middle of the street.*
Phone rushes, maybe we'll warm into it.
This sad saga never end.
I don't need and need, you are my loneliness.
I don't dramatize, I hold your hand.
Stars had fell in my empty pockets by chance,
And had leaved their hopes.
My knees were cold,
You were happy and drunk.
Stars had fell on purpose…