Вера Полозкова - катерина моя не дура. она поймет. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Katya plows a week between Holen women, to the reduced cheekbones. On Friday evening, Katya comes to the pub and sits on a bar stool. Katya asks himself food and two shots of whiskey fifty. Katya blackened the pan, and looks around like a living emery, holds her neck while they were hanging on her.

A tall bartender with an earring craft knows clearly and smiles cunningly to her. Katya has a syrup in the glass, and vodka, and a slice Lyme, and Kuantro. Will not humble; Inside, the wiring is short, a hole the size of everything is a gut.

Katya recalls how closely, funny and wild when you love someone. That's the same time, now, look, you are alone, like a white Bim. Lonely so that there is no one to drink with, it’s okay to talk about the future and the past. Lonely terrible, offensive, children's - father's anger, empty angle.

In the glass of Katya Tekil, syrup and Fresh. In the peritoneum with a coin gap. In fact, you don’t want, baby - you don’t eat that way. Since you endure all this vile stupid Galdage, it means that you still wait for something. What do you want - good news and get onto the Christmas tree?

Katya thinks herself with a Clint Eastwood as he is.

Katya squints and brings his shoulders to the beat, adequate, if not cheerful. Katya is drunk in the arc, and let it be forever, Katya Khuynya War - she, in general, is almost intact.

Katya has a bottle of Roma at home, just in case, and in the lining of a coat of a plague hash. You, Lord, if you do not strangle, make fun of it.

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Katya calls the phone in the subway, jumps out of her hands, falls on the skirt. Katya sees that this is mom, but he does not hear anything at all, drops the phone.

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Katya pushes the door, the one where the “Exit to the city” is written. The climate was plunged to her at night. City to foam rubber, all yellow and white.

Fireworks with firecrackers, cannonade; Next to Katya, aunt goes to BOA. Mom calls again, well, what does she need, "Ma, what do you need, huh?"

I am a tired robot, a holey tank. You have to be a hero, and I am a weakness. My voice sat down, the fur is knocked out, and I do not want to be stronger than anyone. Not a fighter, not equipped with claws. I am a simple woman, a nobody wife. "

And the Lord thought: “Something Katya is bad. Dry, to everything, became deaf. Although there is a katka my dashing, but there is no big sin behind her.

I am not a lottery to give the iPod or there is a residential monitor. Even here is a man - in the afternoon with fire you will not find a good man for her. But I am not a sadist to forever plow her path as a mortar. Katerina is not a fool. She will understand. "