Better Off On Her Own “Ей лучше без меня”

My girl came home to me
Just the other day, acting OK
I was reading alone
In my favourite room, the TV was on
May I be excused for not telling the truth

'Cos she's gone, she said she's better off on her own
She turned her head much better off on her own

My girl knocked on the door
To the place I usually refer to as home
I died, shoelace untied
She looked in my eyes, small and surprised
And God closed every gate. The moon fell into the lake

Boy, she's gone, her drift: she's better off on her own
She closed, then she left much better off on her own

Sitting naked by the windowsill
Watching cars upon the hill
Am I sleeping?
I was dreaming
For just a moment time stood still

Better off on her own
Better off on her own

Now she's gone, she said she's better off on her own
She turned her head much better off on her own
She's gone, she sighed she's better off on her own
The tears I cried much better off on her own

My girl came home to me just the other day.