Аривидерчи (arividerchi)

Muscovite crows
Woke me up
Wet matches
Killed my hope
Smoking means
I'll live longer
So we will

Burning ships in my harbor
I'll exchange my ticket for rubles
If only I could grow my hair to my shoulders
I'll never return home

With you, I'm so interested
But with them, not so much
I see that it's cramped
I remember that it's solid
I give time
See? I'm burning
Someone got confused

And set me on fire, arrivederci
They didn't teach me to look through the peephole
And they'll barely make it up to my shoulders

I'll smash the turnstile
And run to my own
Change back for a ticket
I'll be waiting, you call
At my usual six
I've become older in life
Perhaps I should take into account

Ships in my harbor
If we don't take off, then we'll float
The hands are exactly at two o'clock
Back
In my harbor
If we don't take off, then we'll float
The hands are exactly at two o'clock
Back
Ships in my harbor
If we don't take off, then we'll float
The hands are exactly at two o'clock
Back
In my harbor
If we don't take off, then we'll float
The hands are exactly at two o'clock
Back