Diamonds in the face of night time Watch them as they float along I was up there floating with them And you know that I was gone The radio sings a patriot's song It's the devil that you know Yulia, Yulia, Yulia
We were standing on the platform The favorite sons of history While you're back in Prostronaya Writing in your diary They flip on switch at mission control I'm never coming home Yulia, Yulia, Yulia
Oh, oh! I woke up from a fever dream Oh, oh! Of floating in the salty sea I'm stranded up here drifting along And my heart beats slow And I hope they bring my body back Yulia
So when they turn the cameras on you Baby, please don't speak of me Point up to the dark above you As they edit me from history I'm 20 million miles from a comfortable home And space is very cold Yulia, Yulia, Yulia
There's nothing out here, nothing out here, nothing out Nothing out here, nothing out here There's nothing out here, nothing out here, nothing out here Nothing out here, nothing outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
