My god, I ask
How can Ты do this?
Ты made the sun
The world, your canvas
With all this I can see how I'm unimportant
In this dream
I am warm
There are hands in my hair
And it's good to be there
I wave my hand and nothing happens
I set my scene and I can't play it
I'd leave it to Ты but
It would turn out backwards
I'd like to believe you're not just reckless
And Ты are
Nostalgic while Ты are still living this
And it all
Snuck up while Ты weren't looking
And Ты are
Nostalgic while Ты are still living this
And you're sure
This is how Ты know you're living