Reach out your hand – I’m yours – it’s not allowed, not allowed
Do not look me in the eye like this - it’s not allowed, not allowed
To reminisce of how a hand was lying in a hand - it’s not allowed
The world is not enough for me now, even though peace is in me (or world is in me; peace and world are homonym in Russian)
I want it to be a dream
But I think I’m not sleeping
You’re my illness, I breathe you,
It’s a shame, but I love you
Deceiving myself I was captured
The piano was playing for me all night - Chopin, Chopin
The kiss on my lips is burning with fire
And all music is for him now, about him
I want it to be a dream
But I think I’m not sleeping
You’re my illness, I breathe you,
It’s a shame, but I love you
Reach out your hand – I’m yours – it’s not allowed, not allowed
Do not look me in the eye like this - it’s not allowed, not allowed
The kiss on my lips is burning with fire
And all music is for him now, about him
I want it to be a dream
But I think I’m not sleeping
You’re my illness, I breathe you,
It’s a shame, but I love you