Old Rolls-Royce, the keys to the door,
Red roses in the back seat.
The wind whistles, and I'm going for it ...
I see again the blue eyes,
Delicate lips, fragile shoulders,
I do not want to go back,
And I'll tell you at the meeting:
"- Elizabeth, I know you're here,
Elizabeth opened the door,
Elizabeth, let me enter,
Believe me, believe me ... "
I believe in fate, and I believe in love,
And I am not afraid to make a mistake in you.
I will pray before the image,
To see you again and again.
"- Elizabeth, I know you're here,
Elizabeth opened the door,
Elizabeth, let me enter,
Believe me, believe me ... "
Old Rolls-Royce, the keys to the door,
Red roses in the back seat.
The wind whistles, and I'm going for it ...
