iskala

I looked for you by long years.
I looked for you by dark yards.
In magazines, in movies, between friends.
But in the day when I have found you,
I lost my mind.

You're the same with my dream,
The same with man in my albums,
When I painted you by gouache.

Then was calls by night that more
Tears, nerves, love and hands more
But not of mine and old sweethearts.
You smoke every 5 minutes
We are tired both.

You're the same with my dream,
The same with man in my albums,
When I painted you by gouache.

By long years
By dark nights
By long years

Zemfira.