Идеальная песня, ни одного лишнего слова, ни одной лишней ноты

The ideal girl in London from France

Came over then left me she left me entranced

Now I have to get by once again on my own

Nothing but memories


So I remember your eyes that unique shade of brown

While these blue eyes of mine they stay closed

I kissed you goodbye on the M109

I choked as I watched the bus go


I'm choking and smoking to your angelic soul

I'm choking and smoking myself into a hole

where the only way out is to sleep and to dream and to cry out your name