Across from my windows are windows Where once there was sky Rows and rows of eyes That are yellow and cold And dark and hollow but always always blind Like everything else we lose our name Coal turns to ashes and ashes choke the flame One thousand faces on Tverskaïa I had yellow flowers and black suede bows I knew he was coming, the master Love caught us like a murderer Hit us like a finnish knife on this very very day of May Hit us like a finnish knife on this very very day of May Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better I had a man I was his secret wife I had a man I was his secret wife