| Song | Matrioska |
| Artist | Raintime |
| Album | Flies & Lies |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Coassin, Corona, DiBon, Fabris ... | |
| Analyzing | |
| And recognizing | |
| How people are, takes a whole lot of time | |
| But in a way | |
| Or in the other | |
| You can undress them from their wall of pride | |
| Do you know there's a girl | |
| Do you know there's a girl | |
| Who can glance in you and steal your mind | |
| No deception can be a secret | |
| In your smallest Russian doll | |
| So while | |
| You put up | |
| You show | |
| She knows | |
| No time | |
| For you | |
| Don't mind | |
| She knows | |
| She always tried to reach some kind of friendship with some other | |
| But knowing how things go, she can't | |
| An illusion | |
| A reclusion | |
| A prisoner in her own state of mind | |
| Nothing new to | |
| To discover | |
| Has taken her away from life | |
| Do you know there are ways and ways and ways | |
| To uncover layers of your mind | |
| No deception can be a secret | |
| In your smallest Russian doll | |
| So while | |
| You put up | |
| You show | |
| She knows | |
| No time | |
| For you | |
| Don't mind | |
| She knows | |
| She always tried to reach some kind of friendship with some other | |
| But knowing how things go, she can't | |
| Omniscient relations | |
| Between mind and veiled sensations | |
| The colours faded to grey | |
| Like in Russian movies | |
| Images are moving | |
| Slowly and gasping in pain |
| zuo qu : Coassin, Corona, DiBon, Fabris ... | |
| Analyzing | |
| And recognizing | |
| How people are, takes a whole lot of time | |
| But in a way | |
| Or in the other | |
| You can undress them from their wall of pride | |
| Do you know there' s a girl | |
| Do you know there' s a girl | |
| Who can glance in you and steal your mind | |
| No deception can be a secret | |
| In your smallest Russian doll | |
| So while | |
| You put up | |
| You show | |
| She knows | |
| No time | |
| For you | |
| Don' t mind | |
| She knows | |
| She always tried to reach some kind of friendship with some other | |
| But knowing how things go, she can' t | |
| An illusion | |
| A reclusion | |
| A prisoner in her own state of mind | |
| Nothing new to | |
| To discover | |
| Has taken her away from life | |
| Do you know there are ways and ways and ways | |
| To uncover layers of your mind | |
| No deception can be a secret | |
| In your smallest Russian doll | |
| So while | |
| You put up | |
| You show | |
| She knows | |
| No time | |
| For you | |
| Don' t mind | |
| She knows | |
| She always tried to reach some kind of friendship with some other | |
| But knowing how things go, she can' t | |
| Omniscient relations | |
| Between mind and veiled sensations | |
| The colours faded to grey | |
| Like in Russian movies | |
| Images are moving | |
| Slowly and gasping in pain |
| zuò qǔ : Coassin, Corona, DiBon, Fabris ... | |
| Analyzing | |
| And recognizing | |
| How people are, takes a whole lot of time | |
| But in a way | |
| Or in the other | |
| You can undress them from their wall of pride | |
| Do you know there' s a girl | |
| Do you know there' s a girl | |
| Who can glance in you and steal your mind | |
| No deception can be a secret | |
| In your smallest Russian doll | |
| So while | |
| You put up | |
| You show | |
| She knows | |
| No time | |
| For you | |
| Don' t mind | |
| She knows | |
| She always tried to reach some kind of friendship with some other | |
| But knowing how things go, she can' t | |
| An illusion | |
| A reclusion | |
| A prisoner in her own state of mind | |
| Nothing new to | |
| To discover | |
| Has taken her away from life | |
| Do you know there are ways and ways and ways | |
| To uncover layers of your mind | |
| No deception can be a secret | |
| In your smallest Russian doll | |
| So while | |
| You put up | |
| You show | |
| She knows | |
| No time | |
| For you | |
| Don' t mind | |
| She knows | |
| She always tried to reach some kind of friendship with some other | |
| But knowing how things go, she can' t | |
| Omniscient relations | |
| Between mind and veiled sensations | |
| The colours faded to grey | |
| Like in Russian movies | |
| Images are moving | |
| Slowly and gasping in pain |