Verse 1

Your red hair caught in the cracked phone glass,

A little wild flame as the buses pass.

I zoom in close, then I laugh at me,

Like a photograph could keep you free.

Pre-Chorus

You left your scarf on the kitchen chair,

And half a song still hanging there.

Chorus

Красивaя, spinning in my phone,

Red-haired trouble when I’m alone.

One little picture, and the whole room turns,

I tap your name and my old heart burns.

Красивая, I know you by heart,

A bright red streak in the dark of my pocket.

Verse 2

Your crooked grin by the river rail,