Текст песни Агата Кристи - готическая сказка

Imagine:
night.
You eat on the dark road
On jeep
In the country Count Dracula.
Transylvania.
Dark, terribly.
And only dashboard
He burns yellow.
Music plays from the receiver
The radio station is called
FM transylvania.
songs there are almost all about love
But about her dark, blood-sucking side.
Love is beautiful, attractive ..
but she drinks blood
And beautifully kills.