Все это - суета и асимметричный дуализм языкового знака
Another you. Another me.
It looks so strangely bittersweet.
They always fight, they both lose,
They never live the life they choose.
In every other world they meet -
Another you, another me.
But it is given from above,
That thing, that "anything but love",
That thing they cherished.
That thing we`d perished.
And now we can only look
As they`re rewriting our book
In every other world they`ve meet -
Another you, another me.
It looks so strangely bittersweet.
They always fight, they both lose,
They never live the life they choose.
In every other world they meet -
Another you, another me.
But it is given from above,
That thing, that "anything but love",
That thing they cherished.
That thing we`d perished.
And now we can only look
As they`re rewriting our book
In every other world they`ve meet -
Another you, another me.