Chorus:
With blue, yellow, red paints I will draw your love.
Like "A Wonderful Story"- you read me.
I will be your master, and you remain my Margarita.
Like the bright glare of the sun in the sky, you are the only one like this.
Fresh thoughts have opened windows in my head. For this- thank you.
In a dark room or by the bright light of streetlights- the time will come, believe me.
Yes, time is water- it has been like this always. Thoughts run through the wires in my head, leaving behind an unnoticed shadow.
Yes, time is water, it will flow away forever. And only music is alive, my most beloved.
Chorus:
With blue, yellow, red paints I will draw your love.
Like "A Wonderful Story"- you read me.
I will be your master, and you remain my Margarita.
Like the bright glare of the sun in the sky, you are the only one like this.
If it's meaningless then there's no reason to understand me and nod.
If it's not genuine then we don't need to play love, and to hear my phrases.
There is no simple answer in you. You will remain a far wind, and there will be drops of milk on your lips.
I will open my secrets, let me be drawn you you for a long time, to just your smell from my dreams.
Chorus:
With blue, yellow, red paints I will draw your love.
Like "A Wonderful Story"- you read me.
I will be your master, and you remain my Margarita.
Like the bright glare of the sun in the sky, you are the only one like this.