Идеалният саундтрак…

… на идните дни.

The sky was Bible black in Lyon,
when I met the Magdalene
She was paralyzed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm
Two hundred francs for sanctuary
and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows
where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles
I heard her whisper in my ear
j’entend ton coeur, j’entend ton coeur
I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart,
I can hear your heart
Hear your heart
I hear your heart