In hubbub of banquet hall
Within fun and, well, temptation
Landing place of the unstrained songwriter
At the table that's across me
You are sitting in half-turn
All of you in evening light
This was happened all the sudden
Words escaped from lips, you know
Making dizzy head much lighter:
What a lovely woman, pretty woman
As a dream for real
What a lovely woman, pretty woman
As a dream for real
Floor's not sensed under feet
Between sky and any ground
Like in dream I dance with you
This your fragrance is attractive*
Makes me tipsy and befuddled
Ah, in it I'm sweetly drowning
They're so near, our bodies
Hence so spacey crazy words
I am whispering to you without shame:
What a lovely woman, pretty woman
As a dream for real
What a lovely woman, pretty woman
As a dream for real
You are gonna leave with other
You're long time in his embrace
And I will not take you home
The chest pain is strong as fire
You're not mine, you're not mine!
So, for what I keep heartache
What distraction do I need
To get rid of this flashback
And forget my crazy dream forever:
What a lovely woman, pretty woman
As a dream for real
What a lovely woman, pretty woman
As a dream for real
By Boris K'Zorin, Musical Artist Producer, Last Romantic of Los Angeles. Los Angeles ©, California 2019