I wish I could think like you,
Experience your growth,
I wish I could overcome you,
And now that I start to talk
Chorus
I lose track of details,
I feel younger than before,
The fortress of your eyes
Intrigues me even more
It's not about the 'golden billion',
Not about the books we've read,
Your look is so familiar,
Your charm intoxicates my head.
Chorus
I wish I could fly like you,
See the Albion in the dark,
Through luck and misfortune,
Inhale the air of Central park.
The fortress of your eyes
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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