Your eyes are the constant that draw me in
Îòòàëêèâàþñü îò çåìëè íîãàìè
Öåëÿñü â ïóøèñòîå áðþõî íåáà
Âçðàùèâàÿ ïóñòîòó ìåæäó íàìè
Òàþ ïîñëåäíèì òåïëîì ëåòà
Your sparkle lashes me to milk
Íå äåðæè ìåíÿ ñîëíöå ïàëüöàìè
Îòïóñòè çà óñòàëûìè ïòèöàìè
Ñòàíóò íàøè ñåðäöà ñêèòàëüöàìè
Íà ïîäîøâàõ ïåñêà êðóïèöàìè
Íå óäåðæàòü It's hard to hold  ðóêàõ îáëîìêè ñêàë
Íå îòûñêàòü We can not find Òîãî êòî âåòðîì ñòàë
Íå ïîæàëåòü Apologize È íå ñêàçàòü “ïðîñòè”
È íå óñïåòü We've got no time
Åãî óæå ñïàñòè To save him
When your beauty turns to feel
Rest and it will eventually clear
Ïèë òåáÿ, ìîëîêî íåæíîñòè
Ñâîðà÷èâàëîñü íà óãëÿõ æåëàíüÿ
Âûêèïàëî ïåíîþ áåçìÿòåæíîñòè
Ïîòåðÿâ áåëèçíû ñèÿíüå
Æäàë òåáÿ, ñëóøàë øîðîõè
Êàïëè ïàäàëè ðîíÿÿ âåñ ðàçíûé
Ðàñòåêàëèñü çàêàòíûì âñïîëîõîì
Ïåðåïà÷êàëñÿ âåñü êðàñíûì
And I as always
As ever wait here
And I in despair
Íå óäåðæàòü It's hard to hold  ðóêàõ îáëîìêè ñêàë
Íå îòûñêàòü We can not find Òîãî êòî âåòðîì ñòàë
Íå ïîæàëåòü Apologize È íå ñêàçàòü “ïðîñòè”
È íå óñïåòü We've got no time
Åãî óæå ñïàñòè To save him
Íå óäåðæàòü
It's hard to hold pebbles in our hands
We can not find we became the wind
We can not apologize to them
We've got no time
To save him...