Текст песни Алина Герман - Кометами

1. Falling asleep under Melquiades.
White tea that tastes like you.
Your metaphysics, I know the address
October coordinates

Chorus:
Read me -
I'm on nirvana.
Turn our smoke
Into your breath.
The sky will sleep
When we run away
Don't get tired of breathing -
Hold my palm

We won't be able to burn with traffic lights
After all, you and I are not identified,
But we are marked with a frantic pulse.
We take off with the wind and fly as comets

Time. Two three.

Chorus