Move in, but straight into my heart

Move in, but straight into my heart I'll buy us a big bed And clean, never-used sheets. Hold on, the saleswoman… oh f…, mixed it up and gave me the wrong ones, for crying out loud Come on, don't cry, it's not a sign, not a bad omen It's nothing, just nonsense, don't cry, we'll wait it out, it's only till summer… Beep, beep, the tone again, no answer. Burnt-out nerves like melted wires How are you there? Or rather, where to, and when? Not to me.. no way.. well, how about that.. You know, I dreamt of a wedding veil And the bride was you, only I was the toastmaster Talking nonstop, and apparently getting nowhere.. What? Can't hear you, speak up.. ah, of course, you're glad… Well then, I guess that's what I deserve I've already spent the whole winter by the entrance to Hell.. Kept mulling over a name for our shared little one.. The first, a boy — Maxim, the daughter — let her be Katya. Let him be a bit of a crybaby, and she'll call him big bro. They'll play together, Katya with a doll, and Max with a tin soldier Okay, what am I on about, I can see it's too much.. You should've seen the dress, in the dream, snow-white, fluffy. Your mom, mine, without their snaky, spiteful looks Summer's a stone's throw away, and I'm scared of snowfalls again..