Chorus:
Don't make a sound
I will compose a third* on top
Proposing until you accept
I will invite people
You take care of the wine
The first wedding without music
Just a third on top of silence
You rule the air
I will rule the ground
We meet somewhere in the middle
We meet where your nights
meet my dawns
We meet where, as they say,
It's neither sky nor sea
Chorus...
I shine as young
East dwells in me
I admit I'm guilty
For the mess in your eyes
Amongst your Russian writers
You're looking for someone like me
I read everything in your freckles, freckles
freckles like the stars
Chorus...
You sleep throughout the skies
I will riot around the world
We meet somewhere in the middle
We meet where your clouds
Meet my hills
We meet, they're already waving to each other:
Your freckles and my wrinkles