Текст песни milkovski - Batarey

my smoky voice, your warm lips
we like freezing so much we don't like clubs
but sure sure take my heart
and leaves for a long time to keep warm
passers-by are not happy that we are brightly dressed
I would give them in the face, but now is not up to it
I'm so hopeless you're so smart
perfect bed, empty front door

you know think and useless topic soars
you and I climb a blade into the sky
and I don’t want to be restrained and ordinary
when you run this rage through the veins
misted glass and hand paintings
these white walls have become clouds for us
you are so beautiful as if i was dreaming
it is only now, it will not happen again