walking on the pavement
of these ordinary streets
rubbing down your eyes
in diffused cold light
light without shadows
that young girl you dream about
the second week you're going down
you've lost her track just now
it's such a beautiful game of your subconsciousness
but her features are too clear to forget’em
and her smell's too familiar - she's right there
just reach out your hand - touch her hair gently dab
and her shadow falls to pieces in a flash
she's never ever been here
your dreams - all you're able to think about
your being – have not any sense of, yes, it’s hard
to manage your own world
and changing anything is impossible
her face on every passer-by
it follows you and chases you down
from every window of the tram
you're catching up her sight
if only you could track her down
and take a look in brown eyes
if only you'd be safe to say
you're not going insane
another million times you will find her
another million times you will lose her
you'll meet together at the turn of times’
until the morning covers you with a reality
