City gentelman городской джентельмен

You have a beauty car,a "beauty" lady,a beauty flat.

But look at you,my lad.

Where are your dreams about a peaceful land.

Where are your dreams?Where is your love?


And you are sitting in your box,oh,sorry,office should I say.

Why your?It is your Director general place.Let's be fair play.

And in this human deseret,you sitting there.

You look at window every day.


You are a perfect city gentelman.

Remember when you were sixteen,remember you that  play?

Which was about a long long way.

When you have asked your parent why should you stay?


And now you are so brilliant.

But look at you,you are so fake.

False love,false smile in a board of small city lake.

Do you remember Richard by the way?


Yes,a small ill boy.

You know he is in love with his wife.

He has a peaceful life.Yes,life.

A beauty life.


A "little" firm,"little" car,a "little" flat.

Five bedrooms should I say.

Why do you look at me that way?

Yes,in the center.


A country house and so on.

I saw him a few days in Courchevel.

You know,he always was fair play.

Good bye,a perfect city gentelman.