I'm empty-handed, I'm falling, I can't relax
For some reason I thought that it didn't concern us
How little time, and now I don't like it
I'll change the theme,
I'm chained between my fingers
And the words are long,
and the time is like a cloud of clouds
My words are prickly,
and the hair is burning red
Change the theme, I can't change it
Change the theme, please, I'm in a hurry
And the full thread in my voice
Is a thought about you, your stories
The plane is flying, the sky is empty
We are lost in the crowd, so that no one knows
Neither yesterday nor when, but my voice
Is a thought about you, your stories
The plane is flying,
the sky is empty We are lost in the crowd,
so that no one knows
Neither yesterday nor when
