London
Flying over London roofs
I've got nothing else to prove
Not now
Not today
In a stinky old hotel
With a smell of rotten mold
I will find my final solace
Will be resting here
Some time
Some day
I'll meet you
In a suburb of London
You'll be looking older
Than I've seen you before
I can hear tired ghosts
Whisper in my ear - you're only mortal
Not here
Not there
Thinking of my senseless days
Every day will always look the same
London streets will
Release my pain
Writer/s: Natalya Lapteva, Viktor Shapovalov
