At a construction site in New York, forgetting about everything
A leaf froze before forever forgetting, remembering spring
To rush off into the distance, not forgetting your brown eyes
I'll braid my braid and all the sailors will follow me, striped style is always in fashion
You look in the mirror, but apart from yourself you will see the city because it is me
The device of a racing car from the inside in the cockpit recognizes me by the steering wheel
Photo on me and so on to the east of the city center