Текст песни Предя - Моника

Oh how I miss Monica
in the evenings in cold walls
your appearance is not a disease already, but a chronicle
circulates forever in my veins.

Walking under the elbow on the Maidan,
my eyeballs are in tears,
Ukrainian borsch
ordered at a restaurant,
from happiness
the hands have all disappeared on the clock.

After drinking two liters of gin and tonic,
I could not deceive the angel,
I admitted that apart from Monica
I respect her priceless breasts.

This is how the three of us slept:
Me, Monica and the "star duo"
And on the morning of Baudelaire they read
and the neighbors said hello

Everything was wonderful, but suddenly
there was a very petty quarrel,
I am no longer a friend to Monica
and said she was a cow

Freaked out
and hid the bras
in my presented leather satchel
hurried to the airport
for charters,
in a moment
ending up in France.

Monica's portrait remained on the wall
nostalgic
pushing the carousel,
and now my "star duet"
studied by Vincent Cassel.

P.S.

Realized
nobody will be cooler
than the Italian - Monica Bellucci.