Анна Гри & Кобечка - Crash hopes текст песни

I was the fire warming your shaking hands
I was the sea that's so salty and clear
I was the tea in your cup, very hot and sweet
But I was no heroin running through your veins.

I am your sister feeding you with tasty dishes
I am the plane taking you to Argentina
I am a soft and cozy cushion under your head
But I am no heroin running through your veins.

I thought I'd be a hand, given to you by the best friends
I dreamt I'd be the roof, covering us from rains and snows
I wanted to be a picture to make your eyes rest for a while
But…