Текст песни Умка без Б - Руки в карманах

I was again a woman who comes in the morning,
Which carries along the boulevards and thoroughfare,
Which bears his image as an icon are in procession
Before that slows, and even people Gives Way

Hands in his pockets, his hands in his pockets ...

For the right to keep his hands in his pockets,
I'll pay the bills
Today, we are on the road,
And tomorrow you're here, and I'm there

Hands in his pockets, his hands in his pockets ...

I'm the Statue of Liberty with a bloody ice cream in hand
I was waiting for myself, and now I appear in the distance
Star in my womb - a hedgehog in Broken beams
I statue Judith with the head of Holofernes on the shoulders