My ringing voice of my mind
His words are echoing in my skull
But it doesn't mean anything
If the lights go off
I still will be able to find a bottle of vodka
And i'm falling asleep with a stupid thought
Of you and of what you're doing
Far away in your Moscow?
Stalinist empire gently cuddles her
While i'm alone
Lying in thoughts scattered all over the place
I'm looking for a sense in both of us
But sense is a bad manner
When it'll be important for you
I will land on your balcony
Like a paper airplane
Pick up
Pick up the shards with bare arms
My gas station queen
If I'm really lucky, then I will
Glue them back together in a moonlight, but
We will split up again, again because of nothing
There will be thousands of ponderable reasons
But i'm alone
Laying in thoughts scattered all over the place
I'm looking for a sense in both of us
But sense is a bad manner
When it'll be important for you
I will land on your balcony
Like a paper airplane
The city of vanity, naive words and promises
Will wave me in the back, smiling for the last time
It's tiny, toylike, just like from an oil painting
Where you're alone
I'm counting numbers on a bus ticket
The happiness will wait for someone who notices it
I don't like the silence of empty apartment anymore
Because you're alone
Lying in thoughts scattered all over the place
I'm looking for a sense in both of us
But sense is a bad manner
When it'll be important for you
I will land on your balcony
Like a paper airplane