I don’t know how looks your handwriting,
But I know, that it’s bad.
I don’t know, why are you hiding
All feelings in your head.

You can’t turn back a time,
Even now it can’t be fine
And you know, I’ll cross your lines,
All of those you draw

Earlier I was stupid,
You say, that I am, don’t you?
I was thinking: «we’ll do it».
Now I don’t say that

You can’t turn back a time,
Even now it can’t be fine
And you know, I’ll cross your lines,
All of those you draw

You can’t turn back a time,
Even now it can’t be fine
And you know, I’ll cross your lines,
All of those you draw