Чудесный день, а мне тесно.
Теряю нить, не остановить.
Не так легко.
Интересно, стали ли черно-белыми мира миражи.
Расскажи мне о новой жизни.
Мы на полпути.
Объясни, как надо там жить.

I believe in you. I believe in you.
I believe in you. I believe in you.
На грани.
I believe in you. I believe in you.
I believe in you. I believe in you.
I'm running.
На грани.

Есть острова у океана.
А у меня под ногами снег.
Завтра вставать не слишком рано.
И дел нам видимо-видимо хватит на этот век.
Неидеальные мои.
Немыслимо новые дни.
Воспоминания волны.
Прилив-отлив, луна - магнит.

I believe in you. I believe in you.
I believe in you. I believe in you.
На грани.
I believe in you. I believe in you.
I believe in you. I believe in you.
I'm running.(2х)

A wonderful day, and I closely.
Lose the thread, not to stop.
Not so easy.
I wonder whether the black-and-white world of mirages.
Tell me about the new life.
We're halfway there.
Explain how to live there.

I believe in you. I believe in you.
I believe in you. I believe in you.
On the verge.
I believe in you. I believe in you.
I believe in you. I believe in you.
I'm running.
On the verge.

There are Islands in the ocean.
And beneath my feet the snow.
Tomorrow get up too early.
And stuff apparently apparently enough for this age.
My imperfect.
New days is unthinkable.
Memories of the wave.
Undertow, the moon is a magnet.

I believe in you. I believe in you.
I believe in you. I believe in you.
On the verge.
I believe in you. I believe in you.
I believe in you. I believe in you.
I'm running.(2)