Текст песни Алла Горбачёва - Проститутка

You're shaking from freezing cold,
You go home down the street,
Gripping the cigarette
Little graceful hand.

Snow falls on your eyelashes,
And the paint under the eyes of the dirt,
And you can not forget you,
As the first guy to give.

It was like a friend,
There was a glorious feast.
Head bowed on both hands,
You sat quietly by the window.

Suddenly you sat down to some guy
And in his ear he whispered something.
Remember the purple lipstick
He lips with your lips removed.

And in a taxi you spilling tears,
Suddenly mahnёsh passer hand,
And the simple word "prostitute"
Forever will remain with you.

You're shaking from freezing cold,
You go home down the street,
I threw a cigarette butt on the road -
Sparkles went along the pavement.