Good Night Alina Orlova

Oh, it’s a good night to be born
Oh, it’s a good night to be gone

All the shadows speak to me
Taxi drivers get blurry
I have a key to the glory
Cause I remember all the stories

Good night to be born, it’s
Good night to be gone, it’s
Good night to be born, it’s
Good night to be gone

And all the girls look so pretty
While all the boys keep on speaking
They’re making up all these stories
Cause it’s all: shoudn’t I? No worries

Good night to be born, it’s
Good night to be gone, it’s
Good night to be born, it’s
Good night to be gone

Babies and dead men
Smiling like heaven
For colors and shadows
For gripping midnight widows
Smiling like heaven
As this is me