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
The red Range Rover is standing sideways and the city is behind it
A small shooting tank and the shadow of a wildcat behind it
Exotic beach with palm trees morm and rocks behind