Уютный час

I'm a crying, crying girl. Lost in this crazy world, world. Tears stream down my face, face. In this electric place, place. But the beat keeps thumping, thumping. And I can't help but jumping. I'm a crying, crying girl. Lost and spinning in this world. Crying girl, electric world. Spinning round, I'm losing hope. But the bass drops low. And I can't let go. I'm a crying, crying girl. In this synthetic swir-whirl. Lights flash, colors blend. The party never ends, ends. But the rhythm takes control. Of my body and my soul. I'm a crying, crying girl. Lost and spinning in this world. Crying girl, electric world. Spinning round, I'm losing hope. But the bass drops low. And I can't let go. I'm crying, crying, crying, crying. But I'm flying, flying, In this electric, Electric, Synthetic, Synthetic. Crying girl, electric world. Spinning round, I'm losing hope. But the bass drops low. And I can't let go.