The miracle is sleeping, it's tired, I didn't wake it up
It's warm in the hut, and it's a starry night outside
Vintage from other cities and villages and it wouldn't be interesting how it pisses me off
It's not just a curly-haired puppy, it looks like a plush toy
He loves, he doesn't love, he'll press it to his heart, he'll send it to hell
And I can do it like this, and you can do it like this
It's autumn time and it's time for the leaves of the tree
Peaches are an analogy of life, it can be colored and bright, or it can be black and white. The brush is in your hands