Do you want and I’ll kill you?
I’ll just leave your pictures.
After buying glasses for francs.
No one will see eyes.
It won’t hurt, I promise.
But say hi to me,
Call more often from the sky about the weather…
Will be looking for me in uniform,
Even friends forget name of,
The doors will close.
That me skew these views.
I'm an outlaw, I'm a weather forecaster, I'm a weather forecaster!
It won’t hurt, I promise.
But say hi to me,
Call more often from the sky about the weather…
See how it turns out:
April, and there are rinks on asphalt.
If you can't be God,
I will. Kill me, but promise
It won't hurt, try.
I'll come in a dream with rains,
I'll call from the sky about the weather.
It won't hurt, I promise.
But say hi to me,
I'll come in a dream with rains...