Студия Ольги Фоминых - Always open

London’s not a place to earn
But if you’re rich, you’ll love the turn

Don’t talk to me about losses
Or troubles waiting at the door
Don’t tell me about growing older
And please — no politics, evermore
I know how doors can close in silence
I know how love can turn to silence

But there’s one address I still remember
I find the shop stays bright forever
Where diamonds catch the evening sun
Graff — still shining when dreams are gone

When you lose your heart, your youth, your grace
The diamonds don’t cry, they keep their place
Still brilliant, fierce, they brightly glow —
The Graff butterfly, the one I know
Funny how this butterfly’s flight
Is not for a moment — it’s for life

London’s not a place to earn
But if you’re rich, you’ll love the turn

London’s full of sparkling shows
Ballets, musicals, voices that flow
Everyone’s running, chasing time
The pubs are crowded, the bells still chime
I lost the keys to yesterday’s song
But one address stays always open

I beg you — no politics here
No talks of aging, no pain, no fear
Just offer champagne, some silk to wear
Maybe scent of flowers in the air
And if someday things don’t go as planned
There’s still an address that stays open and stands

London’s not a place to earn
But if you’re rich, you’ll love the turn

London’s not a place to earn
But if you’re rich, you’ll love the turn