Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Твоё Отражение.

Your reflection I've always wondered,
Always I wondered what's wrong,
There, in the glass became,
But you rarely talk to me.

Your reflection is better than mine,
You do not have bruises under his eyes,
And I know that you expect not me, but him,
And your hair evolved rivers.

Your reflection,
It is probably smiling,
Like smiling my imagination,
When with your eyes meet mine.

Your reflection,
My reflection,
New ideas about you,
And new for you and your happiness battle.

Reflection of your health,
Not with red eyes,
And your eyes, yes, such a huge,
And I still promise not to talk about your poems.

I will not talk about your eyes,
I will not talk about your reflection,
And will not the rivers of hair,
And I will not paint you again in the imagination.