Sonorous voice of words of my mind
Echos 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 stupid thought
About you and what you're doing
Far away in your moscow
Stalinist empire style 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'll
Put them back together in a moonlight, but
We will split up again, because of nothing again
There will be thousands of weighty 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 pledges
Will wave in my back, smiling for the last time
It's tiny, toylike, just like from oil painting
Where you're alone
I'm counting numbers on autobus ticket
The happiness will wait to someone who'll notice 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