Postskriptum - Быть любимым - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I can't invent more than one sentence

In my head, something is spinning, but it all does not satisfy my imagination.

After all, pictures froze in memory.

Ordinary memories of me only records.

Multi -colored threads are launched by wires,

There are two of us in your apartment, but the feeling that I am one Madame.

You stand against the wall and I'm sitting on the couch

I look at you so ridiculous and I can’t convey in words how I just want to go missing in the apartment to get up every night and kissing you by lighting stars without letting go of your hands and squeeze them with all its might ... I just want to be indispensable., I want to be loved.