Maybe it was a cloud
But in your eyes the sky turned gray
Mine are hallucinating
Because it wasn't a tear, was it?
The sky is blue
Your eyes are shrinking like blue jeans
Mine are stinging
They've dried
Maybe it was a dream
Maybe my brain is tumbled and emptied
Bleached and washed
Otherwise I would never forget
Maybe I have a shell
A hard impenetrablе beetle shell
Made of outgrown clothеs
A small child that reaches the ceiling
Why don't I fit in your blue jeans?
Why don't I fit in your blue jeans?
Why don't I fit in your blue jeans?
Why don't I fit in your blue jeans?
Why don't I fit in your blue jeans?
Why don't I fit in your blue jeans?
Why don't I fit in your blue jeans?
Why don't I fit in your blue jeans?