How long ago was
At the head of fog,
Books old addresses .
Started cute:
You wrote novels
And songs about love.
From Moscow to Riga
And back in the dance ,
Life spinning hurricane.
You loved intrigue,
Adored romances,
And you is not our affair .
Find Champagne , coffee in bed .
Is not it romance ? And so every day .
Mears on the fly along the highway,
And I flee from your ideas .
Romance , romance , romance .
And I'm so serpentine ,
Hat flies off , and I nadvinu .
Needed to live without decadence
I did not like your songs.
Went to the bows and curtsies ,
But not like your songs.
Laughter , lies and farce.
It was a romance novel .
Look great .
Do not be sad , do not gasp .
And smile out in the light .
It would be unseemly
I cry in public .
Not romantic , no doubt.
Romance , romance , romance .
Find Champagne , coffee in bed .
Is not it romance ? And so every day .
Mears on the fly along the highway,
And I flee from your ideas .
And I'm so serpentine ,
Hat flies off , and I nadvinu .
Needed to live without decadence
I did not like your songs.
Went to the bows and curtsies ,
But not like your songs.
And I'm so serpentine ,
Hat flies off , and I nadvinu .
Needed to live without decadence
I did not like your songs.
Went to the bows and curtsies ,
But not like your songs.
