Холодные Руки

It's midnight here, the bells are ringing out. I'm whispering your name, I wanna shout. The bed is cold, the sheets are frozen white. I'm reaching for you in the dead of night. The sun is setting on my side of Earth. I'm wondering what all of this is worth. I see the couples walking hand in hand. I'm drawing lines upon the shifting Sand. My hands are cold without you here to Hold. The greatest story that was never told. Distance is a knife that cuts the Bone. I'm in a crowd, but I am all alone. I'm sending love across the Satellite. Goodnight, my love. Goodnight. Goodnight. One day we'll close the gap. We'll burn the atlas and the map. But not today. Oh, not today. You are so far Away. My hands are cold without you here to hold. The greatest story that was never told. Distance is a knife that cuts the bone. I'm in a crowd, but I am all alone. I'm sending love across the Satellite. Goodnight, my love. Goodnight. Goodnight.