Satellites - Love Of Lesbian

Satellites, we always fly like satellites,

and devil comes and smiles with us,

and devil is called like you.

Oh, kill the pain,

oh satellite, please, kill your pain,

it’s not a grey day as you think,

I always run on you.

If Monday morning is coming as an endless film,

rise your eyes and see this satellite exists.

Satellite is over you, over you.

Oh, satellites,

don’t be scared, my precious child,

my little home will always fly

and always over you.

If Monday morning is coming as an endless film,

rise your eyes and see this satellite exists.

But kill the pain,

when nothing matters, kill the pain,

this satellite will drift some day

and still you’ll feel my heat.

Satellite is over you, over you,

still this satellite’s around,

still this satellite’s around.

This satellite cares for you,

it cares for you,

still this satellite’s around,

still this satellite’s around.