One
Kirill Kronrod
June 14th, 2004; mod. 6/20/04

Intro

Another year							
Spent trying to make sense
Of who you are, or what you mean, or could have been		
Well, darling, stop and take a snapshot of my day	
To see what colors on the black-n-white palette would remain

You enter rooms
And people cease to breathe
Because they know they don't deserve same air that you breathe
And time is standing still; the edge... and seconds tremblin' 
For every moment that you're here, it's Russian Roulette and I'm gamblin'

And then you move
And hurricanes are tearing hearts
And continents are driftin', and oceans simply part
And I'm standing on these banks, and waiting when you start
To pave another bridge, just to return to square one

And when you lie
The moment words are leaving lips
They turn into hard truth, because you change directions, West and East
And nonsense makes a perfect sense, and old man turns into a child
The trees are rising from the branches, and roots are growing from the sky

Solo (Kira)

And then you touch								
And then you hold, and then you burn
You come and turn the Earth around, the waves are pulsing, strong and firm	
You resurrect above it all, the planet spins another turn		
The cities dip into the darkness, with hope of sun that would return  		

You are the one
The questions hanging in the air
Before you say another word, before I make another prayer
And pieces reach and pull together to form a brand new universe
To end the conflicts that were ancient, and truth that we were giving birth 

Solo (Kira)
Solo (Zhenya)


© Kirill Kronrod, 2004