Белый плащик (beliy plaschik)
t.A.T.u
White Plastic
White Plastic
I paint with black paint
On the wall a dull word
It's not important to me
It's not new to you
It's in vain for me
It's necessary for you
I paint with black paint
I paint crookedly
Bullet in the heart
Brain on the threshold
Nimbus and wings
We put on
White plastic
Soul into the sky
We fold into a box
We release
Bullet in the heart
Brain on the threshold
Nimbus and wings
We put on
White plastic
Soul into the sky
We fold into a box
We release
Time again 20:10
We are not together now
You sit in the corner and cry
Maybe you're making a fool of me
I love listening to you
Just open your soul to me
Thoughts are not suitable here
Time again 20:20
Bullet in the heart
Brain on the threshold
Nimbus and wings
We put on
White plastic
Soul into the sky
We fold into a box
We release
Bullet in the heart
Brain on the threshold
Nimbus and wings
We put on
White plastic
Soul into the sky
We fold into a box
We release
