When everything ends We try to hide it deep inside, deep inside Only distance, only distance Keeps you on other side I play a guitar and you're so far from me My love... I hear your voice in everyday noise It's not enough...
Who cares about love at the empty streets I've got enough, when you were in Minsk When you were in Minsk When you were in Minsk
When everything ends We play with bodies have to fly, have to fly Other person, other person Maybe can satisfy Who cares about it, who wants to drown in My open eyes I hear your voice in everyday noise The minute lies...
Who cares about love at the empty streets I've got enough, when you were in Minsk When you were in Minsk When you were in Minsk
Who cares about love at the empty streets I've got enough, when you were in Minsk When you were in Minsk When you were in Minsk