Daisies are drawn to the sun with all their petals
The stars came together if not at all, there was absolutely no one at all
Mystical dreams visions of myself I see in the reflection
And we are all waiting for the venus hair to bloom in the clearing
London is divorced, wars are all around, you just need to survive under this rain
Khodchenkova wanted to merge with the sofa and pillow, but she was mistaken for pink