Вероника Долина - Она одна, она не замужем
текст песни

She is alone, she is not married
And again, thirty years later,
She mourns the plan
He sinks like a child.

Her plays are not over
The poems are not completed.
She sits on the windowsill
The window goes deep into the country.

I would write poetry and music
So far there are no other classes ...
But the lines are sleeping in the garbage basket,
And quiet, like space, the Internet.

Herds of a bottle of non -sorted,
Cheap spirits small forest ...
And a series of hours of joyless
Either with a book, then without.

She is alone and she doesn't want
Start neither good nor evil.
Unmeasured loneliness,
Perhaps even a craft.

It will not squeeze out of itself,
But the deep noise listens ...
And he will say the word - so she gave out
Your small female mind ...