You gently swing your foot while the «fever» sets the beat
While dissolving smoke in a neon ice cocktail in front of me
Grand piano picks up pace, smoke makes place tight
You have not enough of chills
You wanna fever all the night
Do you really want this?
Or vice versa, tell me
You cannot replace
These dreams with yourself
All these phrases will burn
On your lips and then
You can’t keep me here babe
I am your private plane
I’m tired of looking at glass
Smash them to smithereens and try again
I guess I still don’t know you
You are like a sign of paranoia
I falling back down through the smoke
I’m in the basement of the Louvre
There is only one ray in the dark
This means that I will find you
You are like a picture
No one else of that kind
You’re got this heavy connotation on it
You are like a picture
All layers are so fit
Hell make, the Paris Louvre will shake for it
Ты как картинка
Ты как картинка
Ты как картинка
Ты как картинка
Open your doors to me for tonight
Show me the art that excites the mind
I see these graceful lines without
The light
The light
So hot and shiny
Show me what beauty is to you
I’ll tell you beauty is you
And my heart will tremble like
All the beating hearts of Rome Empire
I won’t look for an excuse
Climbing higher in search of a muse
I’m not afraid to fall with nothing
I will still come true my one dream
I’m groping in the dark of the halls
Sliding my fingers at the doors
Cold marble, glistens by the moon
I’ll find you, find you
My breath
My mood
You are like a picture
No one else of that kind
You’re got this heavy connotation on it
You are like a picture
All layers are so fit
Hell make, the Paris Louvre will shake for it
You are like a picture
No one else
You’re got this heavy connotation
You are like a picture
No one else
You’re got this heavy connotation
You are like a picture
No one else
You’re got this heavy connotation
You are like a picture
No one else
You’re got this heavy connotation
You are like a picture
No one else of that kind
You’re got this heavy connotation on it
You are like a picture
All layers are so fit
Hell make, the Paris Louvre will shake for it