Текст песни PostSkriptum - Быть любимым

I can not invent not one sentence,
 I remember that it spins, but it does not satisfy my imagination.
After all, in the memory of frozen pictures.
Conventional memories only my plate.
Multicolored threads started up by wire,
in your apartment the two of us but the feeling that I am one of Madame.
You're standing at the wall and I sit on the couch
 I look at you so funny and I can not put into words how I want to just get lost without a trace in the apartment to get up every night and to kiss you under the stars hold hands and compress them with all his strength ... just want to be irreplaceable., I want to be loved.