Любимая песня Михаила Прохорова времен его юности. Действительно, красивая :)


OH, BELLADONNA
NEVER KNEW THE PAIN,
MAYBE I 'M CRAZY, MAYBE
IT 'LL DRIVE ME INSANE
THE OPEN LETTER JUST
CARELESSLY PLACED
AND YOU MOVE IN SILENCE,
THE TEA SO DELICATELY LACED.

OUT OF REACH, OUT OF TOUCH
HOW YOU 'VE LEARNED TO HATE SO MUCH.
OUT REACH, OUT OF TOUCH
HOW YOU 'VE LEARNED TO HATE SO MUCH.

CAME FROM PASSION,
AND YOU, GAVE IT A NAME,
THE FINGERS ARE POISONED
LIKE NEEDLESS IN THE DRIVIN' RAIN
SO SMILE DISCREETLY AS YOU
WATCH WITH SUCH GRACE.
NO I MUST SLIP AWAY,BUT
CAN YOU FORGET MY FACE.