По мотивам Лободы

In your eyes, I see my soul reflected,
The rain sings songs in English, broken, unexpected.
It seems we’ve stepped into a risky game,
Too fast, too fast, the feeling burns like flame.

Without you, my world is lost in sorrow,
To fear the night would rob me of tomorrow.
You strike my heart as lightning splits the sky,
Too fast, too fast—too high, too high.

Your eyes, so pure, like skies of endless blue!
No turning back, their pull feels ever true.
Your eyes... Please stop this wild emotion!
For you, I’d halt the planet’s motion.

We’re tangled up in cities, maps, and numbers,
No one exists but us within these slumbers.
An awkward silence grows between our breath,
Too close, too close—we’re near the edge of depth.

I don’t know how, but now I hear you speaking,
And find my heart to yours forever seeking.
No sense in running; there’s no need to flee,
It’s fate, it’s fate—how else could it be?

Your eyes, so pure, like skies of endless blue!
No turning back, their pull feels ever true.
Your eyes... Please stop this wild emotion!
For you, I’d halt the planet’s motion.

Your eyes, so pure, a perfect hue,
No turning back, their pull feels ever true.
Your eyes, so pure, like skies of endless blue!
No turning back, their pull feels ever true.
Your eyes... Please stop this wild emotion!
For you, I’d halt the planet’s motion.

Your eyes.