Вера Полозкова - Я думала, ты бросил. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

- I thought you quit.

“I quit,” he says, holding a cigarette with a corner of his lips, and claps his pockets in search of a lighter, “but, as you see, we managed to remain close friends.”

When she was traveling to this city, she solemnly blown up to meet him. 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 grew up. I had a big work of great work, I don’t want problems and I will not have problems. He will not write to me because he does not know what 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 it. I have no addiction. I am free. "

- You have a frightened look, baby.

- Do not flatter yourself.

For the "baby" you need to kill, of course.

- Well, no, you never know, because of what he may have frightened. And the blue lips are also never enough, why. Maybe you were decisive here, and came and suddenly realized that you still love me. I don't know. Anything can happen. Nothing depends on me, baby.

Oh, you are a pig.

- Almost. She came, discovered a spent fool in the place of her boy, and now I am horror.

- Lolling.

- Well.

And they laugh.

And then they mainly laugh - "I recently bought Alpha Romeo here, wanted to show you, but suddenly drank it" - "I lost my own - a neuft husband and a dacha in Barvikha" - "In poker?" - "In the Ladushki," - "And the children?" - "Children are trying to lose me"; He shows her cat on the phone, the very cat that they once cut off together, he held, and she combed and cut it, - shows her mother, the best friend of Dart, she rejoices that he did not drink him too, he, too, he He wins that he tried repeatedly, but Dart is like a gift of God, you want, but you will not drink it.

“I missed it,” he says, as always, unexpectedly, and she almost forgets to exhale.

And then 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 she hangs over a wine map in a restaurant, over a bracket in a clothing store; About how she comes up with jokes in the evenings in order to devote him to occasion, knowing that she will not be presented; The fact that when she is asked by any relatives of friends, at weddings or large family holidays - are you married? - She nods and smiles, - And who is he? - He is a playwright, - always referring to him, of course; About what a wonderful voice he had at twenty -seven years old, even when he sang drunk under her windows, fake and getting down on laughter; About how it is pointless all this, how stupid, how non -controversial, you can now catch a taxi and go to him, and there you still have to drink and just joke that this is my book here you still have, you know how much You owe it, I can cancel the readership, how do you touch my readership, that’s all that I have left in my old age - and even make love, dying with awkwardness and embarrassment, he got hold of an abdomen, she is not done by no means with For years, it’s more beautiful, and even feel something, 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 disappointment in a row for everyone in a row, but not, it is not worth it.

She lowers her voice and moves very close to the table.

- I see nothing supernatural in this. For whom else.

They diverge at the intersection, it is moved, cordial, hugs it tightly and does not want to let go. Then he recalls something, rummages in the case, extracts a book and holds it out.

- Here, some scoundrels have published a collection of my plays. There is one about you.

- Do not lie, there should be three good about me.

- I will not sign, you can.

- No, sign it. So it will be more difficult to drink