Мария Снегирёва - След от мужского ботинка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A trace of a men's boot.

It is so strange, but it is winter, which falls on the palms of spring, spreading in February in fluffy flakes, is associated with me most with crackling in half consciousness. Consciousness before and after ... High heel occurs in ice water lurking in a trace from a strong male boot, under which the deception of hard, slippery ice. Calmness, the silence of the water space, sprinkled with soft fresh snow, which fell only an hour ago, will forever turn you together with the heels, body, head ... You slush and fall painfully into the oddity of February ... Your knees are breaking into the blood ... arrow of thin nylon from A few centimeters crawls with a silk whistle, the fingers tingling the cold, and sitting in this trace with incomprehensible patterns, with a broken heel, in a torn, like a sub -cat, stockings, with spreading mascara, because from above, as if sensing a dishonest - they sprinkled gray Claires to wash off artificiality from eyelashes, as if to say, what you are there for carefully thought out beauty. And you don’t know either you cry, or laugh, or to scream, or ask for help ... nervous, clumsy, psychopath, look around, try to take a step up, but you’ll slide even more awkwardly and stupid ... but just in This day you dressed, as these heels wanted, who forever stepped into these strange traces, with a bang, having broken your life before and after ... You clearly know what happened before ... and you absolutely do not know what will happen to you after ... after the fall The trace of a strong men's boot ... is only now and you are in it ...

© Maria Snegireva