Белее чем полотно

We skipped the light Fandango.
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor.
I was feeling kind of seasick.
The crowd called out for more.
The room was humming harder.
As the ceiling flew away.
When we called out for another drink.
But the waiter brought a tray.

And so it was later.
As the Miller told his tale.
And then a face at first just ghostly.
Turned a whiter shade of pale.

You said there is no reason.
And the truth is plain to see.
But I wandered through my playing cards.
And would not let her be.
I'm one of sixteen vestal virgins.
Who were leaving for the coast.
And although my eyes were open.
They might just as well been closed.

And so it was later.
As the Miller told his tale.
And then a face at first just ghostly.
Turned a whiter shade of pale.

And so it was later.
As the Miller told his tale.
And then a face at first just ghostly.
Turned a whiter shade of pale.