Текст песни Алина Серёгина - Лондон

The color of my hair is blond.
My hero is of paramount need.
Only he is so much like London,
That to him my sunny appearance is alien.
He is so mine - to the limit, in the board,
As if we were tied up in one lasso.
Frozen molded out of wax -
Exhibit of the Madame Tussauds.
And when I'm jealous, creepy,
And I understand that the time to call zero-three,
Then his soul is a telephone booth
Bright red will take me inside -
After all, so my and so close ...
Exactly at five o'clock we'll sit down to have tea ...
And will leave in the morning and in English -
This London will have an accident.