Verse 1

Aisu carries winter in a chipped blue cup

Rostom laughs softly, though the road is rough

Poltorashka turns beneath a tired hand

Three small miracles against the sand

Pre-Chorus

Asror leans close, says nothing at all

A kiss like a match in an empty hall

Chorus

They kiss while the little hare hums

Calling the ambulance, the morning comes

Black-skinned night with a toothy grin

Still love finds a place to begin

Still love finds a place to begin

Verse 2

The kitchen clock has lost its silver face

Boots by the doorway keep their place