Текст песни THE ORCHERRY - Уруру

it's already slightly frosty again,
and the color of the streets is somehow gray again.
we hide our hands in our pockets, we freeze;
you are in awe of "er"
mine, always French:
the purest joy of ecstasy.
and I am harsh, lazy and sad,
I throw barbs at phrases.
pierces the skin with gentle ripples
October wind in the evening;
hugs in the darkness, almost total,
I love you, I love you, ururu

your hair dope fragrant
my thoughts stir up, frozen.
through the park, drowned in the colors of the leaves,
under "Dyer Straits" graceful riff
we wander to the metro, and the meters are melting;
haze glowing in the lantern light,
and you don't know me at all
haze my image a little covered.
the sea blows on the coasts,
now the night is already approaching morning;
echo the fairy song of the wind,
I love you, I love you, ururu