Lya
Lya lya lya...
Lya lya lya...
Lya lya lya...
Lya lya lya...
Lya lya lya...
Lya lya lya...
Lya lya lya...
I have your number, but I will never phone [you].
We are breathing in unison and typing «I love [you]».
You are so far away – even the heavens are laughing [at us].
But I feel myself easily, so easily and I believe in miracles.
And I believe in miracles...
I believe in miracles...
And I believe in miracles...
I believe in miracles...
Hello – hello. You don’t sleep
And you are again spending your nights here.
But why do you, baby, so recklessly take little things to heart?
I have your number, but I will never phone [you],
While we are still typing «I love [you]» in unison.
We are typing «I love [you]»...
We are typing «I love [you]»...
We are typing «I love [you]»...
We are typing «I love [you]»...
You are writing in Russian but with Latin letters,
Forgiving me for the poems,
And you teasing call me «foolish blonde»
For virtual faults.
Hello – hello. You don’t sleep
And you are again spending your nights here.
But why do you, baby, so recklessly take little things to heart?
I have your number, but I will never phone [you],
While we are still typing «I love [you]» in unison.
We are typing «I love [you]»...
We are typing «I love [you]»...
We are typing «I love [you]»...
Dedicated to ℳarvelous.
Another version of the song accompaniment, better, without artificial electronic irritating sounds, only piano:
https://youtu.be/EUrpvFifJrQ?si=XWFgTWuan3pIqPT1