Текст песни The Provoker - Без вести пропавшие

We are missing, we are lost with you
We’re kind of there, but there’s not enough time to search,
Tied with loops, woven with the threads of our souls
You are my great gift, I was lucky, I pulled the jackpot.

We are not noticeable, we are not heard, but heard about us
We owe much to each other and we breathe love
Soar in the sky like plywood over Paris
The wind will pick us up with you, we will soar higher.

Words are almost inaudible when I'm drowning in your eyes
Your sight and this eyelash range are driving you crazy.
Cell phone is disconnected, now I can’t reach me
The subscriber is now in paradise, promised not to return

Hold me seven, search the whole world
Quote my words for fear of getting on the air!
Hold on tight, we fly, we don't fall
We can’t be found ... We are missing !!!