I should ink my skin with your name
And take my passport out again
And just replace it
See I could do without a tan
On my left hand,
Where my fourth finger meets my knuckle
And I should run Ты a hot bath
Fill it up with bubbles

'Cause maybe you're loveable
And maybe you're my snowflake
And your eyes turn from green to gray
In the winter I'll hold Ты in a cold place
And Ты should never cut your hair
'Cause I Любовь the way Ты flick it off your shoulder

And Ты will never know
Just how beautiful Ты are to me
But maybe I'm just in love
When Ты wake me up

And would Ты ever feel guilty if Ты did the same to...

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, кислый taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us

Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells Любовь to another man
It's too cold outside
For Ангелы to fly
Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried...