I know you. Why? You live inside
My micro world - such hot, such cold.
You can be big and very small,
Sometimes you young, sometimes the old,
At night you can become the sun
And beauty of the game to shine,
You can become the modest moon
And hide from all in afternoon,
You can be bad and frighten me,
But after kind what you should be,
I love you and I don’t know why…
I am are you; you are… my mind…

Cлова: Елена Ольховик
Музыка и исполнение: Сергей Лобов
© 2011

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