Michel Polnareff - Elle rit Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

She Laughs

Three o'clock in the morning, rain on the windshield
Radio distils a slow fade on gray skin
Oh no, I should never have left
Forgetting to tell him
A lot of things
 
Already ten minutes bored, a little too much of her
Quickly a phone, her number that I call
Oh no, it's crazy as I want
I do not know where I am
It rains a little
 
But she laughs
She does not care about anything we say
From me of all my follies
Because she does not like her
But she laughs, she laughs
She does not care about all my desires
Of my absence and my life
 
Because she does not like anyone but herself
 
Sidewalks make mirrors where lights are dying of boredom
Everything looks like these glossy black and gray photos
Oh no, the day comes and I'm scared
Must have been over an hour
And its still raining
 
Hello hello hello hello ?
Hello hello hello hello ?
 
But she laughs
She does not care about anything we talk about
From me of all my follies
Because she does not like anyone but herself
But she laughs, she laughs
She does not care about all my desires
Of my absence and my life
Because she does not like anyone but herself
 


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