About nothing, about nothing, we did not talk with you or realy.
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You left like that, left and did not leave my number in your mobile.
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I don't understand anything about these numbers, numbers, numbers, thoughts.
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Well, why is my love for you now hung on pause?
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Broken nerves for a long time, yeah!
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I would now have a day or two with a friend.
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I'll sit on the asphalt, gigabytes of thoughts ...
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Thin as membranes are our words with you.
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Maybe we can heal the wounds; |
maybe never.
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You guide me through the labyrinths of memory.
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These feelings are outlawed, but not prohibited.
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SMS has already been launched, but will not reach -
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No no no no.
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We are as if between dimensions in weightlessness.
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We all expect changes, but we can not leave.
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We are like lost cells in the network
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And the subscriber is not available.
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But without you - I'm not me, that's a fact.
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My weekdays are a mess, like - WTF?
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Thoughts of only one thing, rubbish in my head.
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I remember the taste of your lips - bubble gum!
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The world has gone crazy or I'm crazy.
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I'm stormy - this love is drunk.
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Rewind the movie, I'll turn off the screen.
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Thin as membranes are our words with you.
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Maybe we can heal the wounds; |
maybe never.
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The days are mixed up, I am a ghost in an empty apartment;
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And your voice echoes on all waves in the air.
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Do not let go and do not forget those days that were between us;
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But what have we messed up? |
But what have we messed up?
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Broken nerves for a long time, yeah
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Different stories, one chapter.
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Again a monologue, we are close, but in one
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Positions are multifaceted.
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Thin as membranes are our words with you.
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Maybe we can heal the wounds; |
maybe never.
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Thin as membranes are our words with you.
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Maybe we can heal the wounds; |
maybe never. |