Текст песни
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still, my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you
A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground's painted swings
These foolish things remind me of you
You came
You saw
You conquered me when you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings, but who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
The telephone that rings, but who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you