Вера Полозкова - Без рифмы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"... When she was traveling to this city, she solemnly blocked with him to meet. She spoke about this at the station, in a hotel, in a manicure salon, in a bookstore and on each of the central streets. She walked and praised herself." I have grown up. I was worth my damn mental balance. I do not want problems and I have no problems. He will not write to me because he does not know that I am here; And if he finds out and writes, I will come up with something. This is not very difficult, there was even such social advertising. They held out a glass, and a decisive hand stopped her. I have no addiction. I am free..."

"... And here she wants to tell the truth, all this damn ton of truth, which she brought here in the compartment, for some reason, knowing that she would still be useful to anyone; about how she talks to him mentally every time, every time. when it hangs over the wine card in the restaurant, over the bracket in the clothing store; about how she comes up with jokes in the evenings in order to devote him to the occasion, knowing that she would not have a case; that when she was asking for some relatives of friends , at weddings or large family holidays - Are you married? - She nods and smiles, “who is he?” “He is a playwright,“ always referring to him, of course; about what a wonderful voice was at twenty -seven years old, ” Even when he sang drunk under her windows, fake and going down on laughter; about how it is pointless all this, how stupid, how non -contributive, you can now catch a taxi and go to him, and there is still a drink and still joke that Here, this is my book here you still have, you know how much you owe, I will read to you I cancel the Yelsky, how much, do not touch my reader, that's all that I have left in my old age - and even make love, dying with awkwardness and embarrassment, he licked the abdomen, she also does not do more beautifully over the years, and that -The even feel, here, the memory of the body, we were great for each other, if it was not true - and leave the next morning, trying to light a bitter taste of absurdity and disappointments in a consecutive in a row, but not, do not ... "