Music: Lunev, Lyrics: A. Tomaszewski
  
 (HAS STORED MY HEART) 

 My baby's / stored my heart
 She's kept it / for the memory
 My baby / buys Pop Art
 She hides it / in her gallery
 My baby's / shelved my heart
 She treats it / with such delicate affection
 Saves me as part / of her latest collection

 Oh, yes / it's her own
 And nobody knows how I'm gonna feel
 Here between her precious Kill Bill
 The volume of Baudelaire
 And some private things / bound in her seal
 It's her loot / anyway
 It's her spoil / and I'm her prey
 Her trophies that she hides
 The showcase of broken hearts
 That is her joy and pride

 My baby's / stored my heart
 She's kept it / for the memory               
 My baby / buys Pop Art
 She hides it / in her gallery
 My baby's / shelved my heart
 She treats it / with such delicate affection
 Saves me as part / of her latest collection
  
 Sometimes / [bad word] back
 Looks at all her favorite things and smiles
 Takes them in her hands for a while
 And touches them softly
 It's so [bad word] but / it's in her style
 Cuts the box / with a knife
 Makes me feel / I'm still alive
 I know it's all in vain
 She takes my heart to polish it
 And puts it back again