White Robe / Beliy Plaschik - T.A.T.U

Feeling ugly, looking pretty 
Yellow ribbons, black grafitti 
Word is written, bond is broken 
No big secret left unspoken 
Sun is painted in the corner 
But it's never getting warmer 
All the lies they keep on selling 
But you never check the spelling 

Flying bullets 
Hit the targets 
Wings and halos 
5 to 7 
In this white robe 
Through the darkness 
Paragliding 
Back to heaven 

Flying bullets 
Hit the targets 
Wings and halos 
5 to 7 
In this white robe 
Through the darkness 
Paragliding 
Back to heaven 

Time is running we are sitting 
Back together just for splitting 
You are crying in the corner 
Always next and never former 
Open up and let me hear it 
Former Body, future spirit 
Brain is useless, chair is rocking 
Open doors for dead man walking 

Flying bullets 
Hit the targets 
Wings and halos 
5 to 7 
In this white robe 
Through the darkness 
Paragliding 
Back to heaven 

Flying bullets 
Hit the targets 
Wings and halos 
5 to 7 
In this white robe 
Through the darkness 
Paragliding 
Back to heaven

Ya risuyu chyernoy kraskoy, 
Na stenye tupaye slova, 
Dlya myenya ono nevazhna, 
Dlya tyebya ono ne snova, 
Dlya menya ono naprasna, 
Dlya tebya neabjadima, 
Ya risuyu chernoy kraskoy, 
Ya risuyu kriva, kriva. 

Pulya v sertse mozk na dvertsu, 
Nimbi, krilya adyebaem, 
Beliy plaschik, 
Dushu f nyeba, 
Sloshi v yaschik, 
Atpuskaem. 

Pulya v sertse mozk na dvertsu, 
Nimbi, krilya adyebaem, 
Beliy plaschik, 
Dushu f nyeba, 
Sloshi v yaschik, 
Atpuskaem. 

Vrimya snova tryadsat trisit, 
Mi s taboy seychas ne fmeste, 
Ty sidish f uglu I plachesh 
Mozhet bit minya durachish, 
Ya liublyu tebya poslushat, 
Pakrivay mnye tolka dushu, 
Misli zeds ne prigodyatsya. 
Vremya snova tryadsat dvatsat. 

Pulya v sertse mozk na dvertsu, 
Nimbi, krilya adyebaem, 
Beliy plaschik, 
Dushu f nyeba, 
Sloshi v yaschik, 
Atpuskaem. 

Pulya v sertse mozk na dvertsu, 
Nimbi, krilya adyebaem, 
Beliy plaschik, 
Dushu f nyeba, 
Sloshi v yaschik, 
Atpuskaem.