Текст песни Анна Окерешко - сумбурно

You can’t throw off individuality, fortunately
Don’t throw away, like unnecessary, old things,
We would meet
I tear myself apart.
And you are a carver.

Then cry, do not cry, circumstances are inevitable,
It does not make sense to escape from a sleepy coma.
I will become tender
I will surely become tender
And you - a friend.

Again the soul rushes about a lonely she-wolf
Like the remaining snow, it gradually and languidly melts.
I can not sleep,
For some reason I can’t sleep again.
Do not you know.

If you take me like this - broken
Confused, crazy and perfect
We will be even
Welcome Senorita
Into my reality.