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
Sunlight breaking through the thickets in the forest thicket
When it's day on one half of the Earth, it's night on the other