Вера Полозкова - ХОЧЕТСЯ ... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I want to buy out a universal decoder from some elderly engineer - and to find the gift to always be understood correctly ...

I want to shit my life like a pile of bones, and make a smooth spine, and ribs, and skull, and all the bertovy and radial, without missing anything, and finally, what I am for the beast ...

I want to be able to put your life correctly: without pauses, stupid interruptions and unsuccessful doubles ...

I want to know every minute that you have enough strength for all that huge important life you thought up ...

I want my guys, strong, crunchy, fresh, like green apples, were brazen, merry and happy and sometimes called to inform me that they missed ...

I want everyone to be near, but no one - above the soul ...

I want to be able to regime, punctuality and execute promises ...

I want to not be afraid of my mother's death and do not try to imagine what the world will be when you can no longer come to her to wish good night and cool with it in the end up to five in the morning ...

I want to drive everywhere, but to be somewhere - the house ...

I want to get out of the "Moscow" cosmolete and rub there, outside, windshield, and it hurts dirty ...

I want to always feel what a fabulous luck is to be so alive ...

I want to be able to wake up five-year-old in a tent next to my mother, thirteen-year-old, first gathering on the journal, or in summer, on the edge of the earth, next to his beloved, tanned, completely dazzling back ...

I would like to earn a truly cool, wise, stylish, ironic, saturated old age ...

I want the hair of the desired length to grow in two hours in a special chamber ...

I want to distribute the whole hell to the buzz of things and books ...

I want to learn how to penetrate your favorite people in the head with a bucket and mop and all the finish is missing there from the paranas, prejudice and delusions ...

I want the king to actually be alive - sitting now somewhere on the private island of Zanzibar, with a seven-year-old chain on his knees, celebrated freedom, quoted Elizabeth on the phone the next article about the results of his own autopsy and laughed, not embarrassed by more scattering face .. .