So let's just imagine,
That we're at the rooftops, at 2 a.m.
The sky is full of white dots,
pattern of night is flowing over us.

Young blood is hitting our heads,
This precious feeling of sparkles in our hearts.
Listen to the sound of misleading city choir.
Misleading choir.

Hold on tight, it's gonna be fantastic night,
We need nothing more to think of now.

But let's just imagine,
that life's too short to think of aftermath.
We're young and so foolish,
Well thats two points that are playing their own roles.

Tempted by your braided hair
Is so usualy.
Hopelessly, irrevocably
enslaved by your gorgeous charm.

But birds will take away this thoughts of me,
And wind will shake my hair and clean my head,
Again...