Lyrics Ілля Ярема - Я знаю

And again on the windowsill smoke
Leaves the apartment
With you like one on one
But there is still some power

Moving, sharp nights pass through sleep
And like on your fingers
My hands, your words we make of ourselves persons
One-day wanderers

I know you know we know this as a fact
We are not worth it
I know you know what to do in tact
But you only have jokes

And to all the image
I will put on two flowers
Only permission again
Stretch this thread

And pride is like an eagle on a mountain
Throw yourself down to the ground
When they shout to you "please come"
Just don't separate

My words, my actions from what has already been
And soon it will not
Besides, you see me as glass
Of ordinary people

I know you know we know this as a fact
We are not worth it
I know you know what to do in tact
But you only have jokes

And to all the image
I will put on two flowers
Only permission again
Stretch this thread