charged hundred times much stronger It only means just one thing we can't try any longer That you’re not my Lopushok And I’m not your Andickhead That our love is dying, baby, battery’s dead
woah woah woah woah battery’s dead
II.
and I’ve been pining for you the minutes we've spent apart and you'd come back to me through the dreams and space in our hearts so sad, that nevertheless the Evil Fate came with threat now our love is dying baby, battery’s dead
woah woah woah woah battery’s dead
III. it looks like all is the same: same cups and spoons and something. tap water's same, and remained same chair and leg that's lacking. and still the same morning song sings canary, and instead of letting it sing alone im yelling BATTERYS DEAD!