Дмитрий Воденников - Прекрасная девочка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

One beautiful girl wrote in his live magazine, this is so called a public blog-electronic diary.

You know, it happens that in the package of caramel with a jam suddenly detects candy for whole caramel, without any stuffing at all. With one hand, the factory marriage is clear. On the other hand, someone who does not love Jam, unexpectedly latter. But in any way defect.

Caramel without stuffing to be excellent (especially for autistic psychopaths). But only at the beginning, the fanfare "I am not like everyone else" sounds. Then it turns out that all full-fledged caramels are deeply careful to you by and large.

Well, someone will say:

- It is necessary, without a stuff!

- Well, the fool. - answered another someone

The most humillers in Brodsky about women is concluded in the stitching

"Drew mascara in a notebook, a little sang"

Although at first glance, what is so bad here. Something purring, something chirk was there, in the end the poet of half every hour wrote endless "nothing with love"

So, this broken kaleidoscope is something there is such a humiliating curse

I have no calling.

The end of the quotation. So you mentioned Brodsky's Girl:

Dear, I went out today from home late in the evening

Raise fresh air, having ocean.

Sunset tramored in the parter by the Chinese fan,

And the cloud clouded as the lid of the concert piano.

A quarter of a century ago you fed the whip to the lully and to the dates,

Drew ink in notepad, sang a little,

having fun with me; But then I agreed with the chemical engineer

And, judging by letters, monstrously bred.

Now you see in churches in the province and in the metropolis

on the memories of general friends going now solid

a series; and I am glad that there is a distance in the world

unthinkable than between you and me.

Do not understand me bad. With your voice, body name

nothing else is connected; no one destroyed them

But forget one life - you need a person at least

Another life. And I lived this share.

Lucky and you: where else, except except for photos,

Will you always be without wrinkles, young, having fun, mummating?

For the time, encountered with memory, learns about his powerlessness.

I smoke in the dark and inhale the rotting.

The girl continues.

In order not to be angry with God, I have a lot of things:

some kind of mind (do not dare to laugh)

A peculiar sense of humor (can laugh)

Vague abilities to put the words into sophisticated suggestions.

I also sang Maryro Maillin

And swinging the lyrics:

Amazing, rare and precious people had the honor of being my friends

My family pisses me and saves my family, big (give them a god of health) and beautiful

And my unique whims and fantastic frowning persistently tolerate the man who prince with a white horse is unworthy of laces stroke.

And only call me

There is no high.

Low, however, too. No.

And you can and need to relax. Well there is no way. Love friends, family and man. Draw in store in notebook. Sign Maillin Monroe.

But I can't do it. I think I think and think - this is what ... I am a caramel defect of marmalades. Well, yes, yes, yes. Nowadays nothing to sing, only the details remained, I always inspired nonsense, hardly it is even interesting to me. But somewhere at the bottom of my heart, a person closes his face with his hand and the train leaves with a spare way, and you are on the platform, even cry, at least, at least a milostone ask .. or rain and snow, clean conscience, long years. Going, look at Heaven, so, there is nothing except the sky.

I do not know what to answer the girl who wrote the first to me read a letter in a public blog, live diary, except that it is beautiful. When I don't know about Caramel, but the fact that she has the most important thing that makes her such an attractive , namely, overflowing. Love miracle. I know for sure. With the other side, I know that the transfusing women's miracle does not necessarily make you sch