Текст песни Макс Миллер - Опиум

Valley snow leads
By the way cocaine,
A slippery ice underfoot,
And from cool feet are freezing.

Trees, meadows and snow
The Belarusian native village
They surrounded me and you,
But we both wanted so badly ...

But we both wanted so badly,
With no power over us weather.
We scored on the blizzard,
We do not see people in the district.

You sit down on the wet snow,
You speak abstractly about something currents
I pulled out my lousy membership
He will appear in this girl.

We are not together and become one,
Though it does not know me.
You do not like, want to be loved,
But do not become them. Do not ever be.

This dream - the dream of a utopia and,
In this dream, I'll be back, you wait.
Agree on the Nevsky opium,
By submitting reason to the scrap.