Журнальная Леди (Ai Cover)

Hey
When the last taxis carry people away
The advertising lights will ignite on broadway
How far away is this mirage
A picture from a magazine
So unlike our city, which sleeps exhausted
You’re smiling at me from the page again
Magazine lady
You appear even in my dreams
You’ve cunningly set your nets
Offering me Pepsi and Gin
Inviting me to visit your city
Promising me a paradise life
And promising me your love
In a glass world, you stand
A prisoner of mirrors
For you, both
London and
Paris offered their glitter
But at night you enter my home
Coming alive from the poster