The Time Борис Гребенщиков (Boris Grebenshchikov)

[Verse 1]
Sitting in a corner
In my castle made of single-malt and smoke
With all my friends around me
And I love them "till I choke
And I watch you dance with someone
Someone not even there
And you're simple as in sacrilege
And you are pure as in player

[Verse 2]
Somewhere there's a point of no resistance
But we make sure there's no getting there
And we're beautiful when we're animals
But so easily scared
And I cannot even talk to you
Stricken down as a hunter to its prey
Sliding down, down this hill of glass again
And there's nothing I can say

[Chorus]
I guess it's just the time
I guess it's just the time
I guess it's just the time
And I will see you when the time is over