Boring Days

BORING DAYS
Cкучные Дни

Thrown away by the wind
We are flying like seeds
Save the flavour of the time we have spent
On these streets

If I shall not hear
Please be near
In these mad times

If I stop to breathe in
Will you love me and my little crimes

These boring days
Can't you save my love
You want to hide in morning dust
These boring days...
These boring days
Can't you save my love
You want to hide and seek
In morning dust
These boring days...

Don't wait me in the halls
Of your strange mind
Broken mirrors, senseless falls
You can leave it behind

But why you still here
In the mirror
Between those rhymes

And I try to breathe in
Please hold me and my little crimes