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Lyrics (below) by Anastasia Martini & Ruslan Parkanov; Music by Martini Russa. Recorded and filmed at Sandler Studio by Aleksandr Delyanko and at DTH Studios by Ilya Gorokhvodatsky in Moscow, Russia. Style by Natalia Yeselevskaya. Mixed at DTH Studios by Ilya Gorokhvodatsky. Video filmed by Gleb Kulkov and Sasha Obmelyukhin. Edited by Gleb Kulkov. Produced by Martini Russa, Ilya Gorokhvodatsy, Gleb Kulkov, Albina & Vyacheslav Gorbunov, Andrey Gorbunov, Elena Bulatova, Oleg Vasyutin, Lyubov Gorbunova, Natalia Yeselevskaya, Tatiana Odina, Viktor Anisimov. Multiply distance by time Flashbacks as you haunt my mind You burn as bright as the bridges That light up my way Was my life ever my own? Heart beating louder than your metronome I won't stop thinking big In the world where I feel so small. But the taste goes straight to my head Out of the deathbed, like a jet My autumn turns to spring Where does the circle begin? We're probably making a mess Playing this reckless game of chess. Losing my place, I find It makes me feel alive. There's nothing you can do to change me So take me as I am It doesn't mean you shouldn't because you can. Let's open the floodgates and start a war Though the chance of survival is slim We're the aliens taking over the board It's the only way to the top, The only way to the top It's the loneliest way to the top... Because the taste goes straight to my head Out of the deathbed, like a jet. My whisper turns to scream Where does the circle begin? We're probably making a mess Playing this reckless game of chess Losing my place I find It makes me feel alive Oh the taste goes straight to my head Out of the deathbed like a jet. My autumn changes to spring Where does the circle begin - does the circle begin? Oh, to hell with it, let's make a mess Playing this reckless game of chess. Losing my place, my mind Makes me feel alive, Makes me feel...
