In her eyes, the sea, dream wave
Ice silver paint body naked
In a series of faceless streets luxurious clubs
I greedily inhaled the aroma - Cuba ...
I tasted the forbidden fruit blind
And all the people around replaced the snow
There are no flowers , but have eyes
Have your hand, listen for hours breathing
Only furtive glimpse views shot
And no more lonely parts
Inside it has no heart, no glands
Eyes of wax, a broken nose
Where wigs ? Where clothes Prada?
Where is the money calls the father of Volgograd ?
Turner sick mother in ballet
In this family, the weak do not keep what is already a century
There , where the sea ice boils , splashes
Pours salt on scars , drawing crack
She is the one standing on the window
Ice melts here in grandiose style accommodations
A shoulder to cry , exposing ligaments and ribs
Gaze is directed to the sky bare
Surrounded by mirrors and marble walls
People's eyes reminded that she mannequin
Manicure , makeup, Paris in dreams
Venice , London , sunny beach
Palm trees , cozy luxury hotels
It seemed that things could actually be .
Camera flashes , podiums
Airports, plans to leave their homeland
Bouquets of roses, red rose
Martini , endless vows of love
Slim waist , slender legs
Promised so much and so many
As it turns out , is not easy to reach the top
Not far off old age , and her wrinkles
But time suddenly froze , stopped
Look somehow looked straight ahead stubbornly
Little innocent, through the dusty glass display , people walked past
Unaware eyelashes frost
In her eyes, the sea, the diamond full of tears
Surrounded by mirrors and marble walls
People's eyes reminded that she mannequin
Girl standing in the window
Pretty as a picture
But it's all dust and ashes
She - mannequin
She's waiting for that miracle to happen
But it's all trash , dust and ashes
She - dummy .....