| Oh, the world is hard to understand
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| It’s better to forget now
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| Why was I left all alone
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| To fight the darkness that surrounds me?
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| Clouds in the upstairs
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| Clouds in the memory
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| I’m a headline, non-existent person
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| I’m a shell with no name
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| I am no one, family doesn’t want me
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| No one comes to claim me, claim me
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| With scars on my forehead
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| Scars on my memory
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| I’ve got scars on my poor hands
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| Scars all over me
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| I know, I know, I know who I am
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| I know, I think I should know
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| I think I should know who I am
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| I remember me
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| I remember me
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| I remember me
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| Because I am the daughter of a soldier
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| You won’t see me crying
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| 'Malenkaya' that’s what papa called me
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| So I always will be, will be
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| With clouds in the upstairs
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| Clouds in the memory
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| I’ve got clouds in the upstairs
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| Clouds in the memory
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| I’ve got clouds in the upstairs
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| But I still remember
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| I remember me, I remember me
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| I remember me in the back of my head
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| In the middle of the night
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| In the back of my head
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| In the back of my head
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| In the back of my head
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| In the back of my head |