Pochemu (translation)
Zemfira
You were knocking into an open door
I was silent as if dead
They tricked us
Outside is the same terrible heat
My arms are tanned to the darkness
I am fed up with the lame sounds
We wandered around the city all night until the morning
I am choking up from tenderness
From our freshness, yours and mine
I remember all of your little cracks
Sing songs, yours and mine
So why?
So why?
Too much tea, the window is open
But I am bored - I am forgotten
I missed to look at how
The half-moon fades into a full moon
There is a knock into an open door
But I am grieving
Yes I am broken down
Don't nag on me
I did not declare the war
I am choking up from tenderness
From our freshness, yours and mine
I remember all of your little cracks
Sing yours and mine songs
So why?
So why?