Метко [Metko] [English translation]

I'm like Yuri Gagarin in your microcosm

I know everything that was before, and what is after

Not dreaming about you, not suffering without you

Smiling softly, I'm opening your door

I'm convincing myself - you're a shallow being

You're certainly not my cup of tea and I like something else

But something still wins me over

Your hands are proving the opposite to me

Neatly, neatly, neatly

The destiny is shooting. Rarely, rarely, rarely

It misses. The branch, branch, branch

Was flexible. Baby, baby

I'm not your girlfriend.

I'm like Fyodor Mikhailovich with his "Idiot"

I'll name you in three notes

My diagnosis is sad, I'm not trying to fall ill

I'm melting like a Snow Maiden touching you

Marengo colored thoughts, indigo colored skies

Our childish happiness - it's wild anyway

Voice sweeter than liquor, vanilla colored skin

Your lips have got in the wrong place again

Neatly, neatly, neatly

The destiny is shooting. Rarely, rarely, rarely

It misses. The branch, branch, branch

Was flexible. Baby, baby

I'm not your girlfriend. (2x)

I'm like Yuri Gagarin in your microcosm

I know everything that was before, and what is after

Not dreaming about you, not suffering without you

Smiling softly, I'm opening your door

I'm convincing myself - you're a shallow being

You're certainly not my cup of tea and I like something else

But something still wins me over

Your hands are proving the opposite to me

Neatly, neatly, neatly

The destiny is shooting. Rarely, rarely, rarely

It misses. The branch, branch, branch

Was flexible. Baby, baby

I'm not your girlfriend. (2x)

• Artist:Gosti iz budushchego