Cup of coffee is on a table,
Out of a window is azure.
And glamour attracts so much
from the pages of glossy magazines.
He will come in the night
Will say her:"I love"
Their flat on Lesnaya street *
Is cosy and warm
And it seems that everything is all-right but...
She would like to live in Manhattan
And talk her secrets to Demi Moore.
But he is just radio DJ
To the point, he isn't poor guy
But...
She would like to live in Manhattan
And talk her secrets to Demi Moore.
But he is just radio DJ
It would be better if he hadn't known her...
At all.
Year by year, winter by winter.
She is still waiting. So when? when?
Her friends say:"You could do it on your own"
And maybe it's truth that for long time
Everything could be like in a movie.
But...probably without him.
She would like to live in Manhattan
And talk her secrets to Demi Moore.
But he is just radio DJ
To the point, he isn't poor guy
But...
She would like to live in Manhattan
And talk her secrets to Demi Moore.
But he is just radio DJ
It would be better if he hadn't known her...
At all.
It's big city, lights, days pass by.
And she still couldn't go away.
She is still here, still with him,
Still is waiting, on the photo is Manhattan,
But out of the window is Moscow
Time goes
She writes verses between stars and moon
Writes about him, that she couldn't go away.
But she has pair of reasons to
See colourful sleeps.
She stayed, Manhattan, forgive