It's sad to look at a neighbor's ferrari, I'll never ride it
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
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