Beautiful Things (Красивые Вещи)

But the sunlight held me in place.
I just love the beautiful things,
The painted sky that evening brings.
I'll keep staying, I'll be there by 10,
Then the sunset changes my plans again.
I just love the beautiful things,
And all the joy they can bring.
It's a blessing and it's a crime,
But I'm happy losing all my time.
My coffee's getting cold on the shelf,
Because the spider has outgunned herself.
Silver thread lays home in the hall,