Вера Полозкова - Хорошо, говорю - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Okay, I say. Okay, I tell him, - he leads with eyebrows -horses. “You don’t want to be with me not because you are offended, but because I'm just a fool.” She lay down in the most disgusting dirty moat and live in him, and I stick out to come up with an epithet for him. Because I am fighting my head, and then roar that it hurts me and everyone hate me around. Because I sow flour, sadness, enmity, realizing it too late. Because I do little, I am waiting a lot, unheated as such; I cry loudly that I do not inherit capital, I look at people with money angrily. Because you gave me a lot, it is time for me to give loans for a long time, but from this thought I bristle like a hedgehog and shake with my fist - I’ll get away from you, they say! ..

Because you are already getting tired of me. You regret that you actually came up with me.

I'm hardly your daughter, I am more like a flux; I am from weeds, not from grains; I smirk, grumble more willingly than pray, I mock everything, how illusory you are; Zybok, is speculative, although in any Russian apartment there is a schedule of you, a mock -up; Your business, memorial and wax - exemplary quite marketing; I wear you crucified on your chest, and you are given a couple of cents, percent, pennies from you? - Well, I say, I'm a fool, do not leave. Sit here, talk to me, my good.

You play a huge bowling with my world, squeezing it in your omnipotent Hand, roll it with an orbita, like a snowball, a feeling that everyone will fight there, your game will bang your last page. Your excitement has been dead and died for many years. And on this glass ball, only I appreciate your gigantoman tired humor.

And on this glass ball, only you shine to me, even though you are an aging evil farmer. Did you think when the flowers will grow up these are of the poor little withoutothades. I dance to you, I laugh, I breathe hotly, like that girl at Picasso, yes, on the ball. You look at me tired of my shoulder, the apocalypse, like a switch, finding with your hand. And while I dance, argue, shout "Look!" “Even understanding how stupid it is,” everything lives, because you are still standing at the door and until you leave the bowling club.