| Song | Plastic Moon |
| Artist | Musty Luxury |
| Album | Hello My Dear |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Катачигова Сабина Эльхан Кызы | |
| 作曲 : Ермолаев Михаил Михайлович/Круглов Александр Анатольевич/Леонтьев Борис Ильич/Степанов Максим Александрович | |
| pathetic ideas | |
| ridiculous ways | |
| we sit on the rooftop | |
| there's no better place for | |
| abandoned illusions | |
| decisions we make | |
| the war we're declaring | |
| divisions we break and | |
| synthetic horizons | |
| with beautiful view | |
| I feel myself like having a | |
| new 'deja vu' | |
| where we sit on a rooftop | |
| cause there's no better place | |
| for abandoning illusions | |
| in ridiculous ways | |
| but it all comes alive | |
| in the sketches you draw | |
| in the songs that I write | |
| in the poems we know | |
| but it's time to sleep | |
| see you soon | |
| under the plastic moon. |
| zuo ci : | |
| zuo qu : | |
| pathetic ideas | |
| ridiculous ways | |
| we sit on the rooftop | |
| there' s no better place for | |
| abandoned illusions | |
| decisions we make | |
| the war we' re declaring | |
| divisions we break and | |
| synthetic horizons | |
| with beautiful view | |
| I feel myself like having a | |
| new ' deja vu' | |
| where we sit on a rooftop | |
| cause there' s no better place | |
| for abandoning illusions | |
| in ridiculous ways | |
| but it all comes alive | |
| in the sketches you draw | |
| in the songs that I write | |
| in the poems we know | |
| but it' s time to sleep | |
| see you soon | |
| under the plastic moon. |
| zuò cí : | |
| zuò qǔ : | |
| pathetic ideas | |
| ridiculous ways | |
| we sit on the rooftop | |
| there' s no better place for | |
| abandoned illusions | |
| decisions we make | |
| the war we' re declaring | |
| divisions we break and | |
| synthetic horizons | |
| with beautiful view | |
| I feel myself like having a | |
| new ' deja vu' | |
| where we sit on a rooftop | |
| cause there' s no better place | |
| for abandoning illusions | |
| in ridiculous ways | |
| but it all comes alive | |
| in the sketches you draw | |
| in the songs that I write | |
| in the poems we know | |
| but it' s time to sleep | |
| see you soon | |
| under the plastic moon. |