Текст песни Mon Avril - План Б

My count is three and I
Like a bloodhound I follow the trail.
Our meetings on Tuesdays
shocked the wires.
You left a rented room
With a clear plan in hand.
I followed you with my eyes
Standing in black, black stockings.

Chorus:
And you have sunk to meanness
Kept me weightless
Your dogmas were changing in speed
Judges swore innocence
Our senses were wrong
You took me by your looks
I lured you with tenderness
You killed me with your insolence.

I could find you with dogs
And study with light in your eyes.
But I'm stupid, soft, weak
And I forgive you everything again.
A fragile alibi
With the scent of delicate perfume
I untangled a thick ball
Your mean, dirty sins.