Amy Winehouse - Honey, honey

Honey, honey Милый, милый... I know you sat alone .....so many nights waiting for me Cold, your face like a stone, I hang up the phone when we disagree Standing there by my side .....when the fighting is done glaring at me in the light .......is my little toy gun Shining in black like shoes on a rack with a trigger that’s dressed up in gold It’s always warm inside my home but its handle is always so cold Whispering into my ear all the lies you spun