Текст песни Юлиана Рамазанова - один год спустя

our first year will end with a deaf orgasm,
squeezed mouth with mouth,
menthol cigarette, me,
Stepping barefoot on the kitchen space.

Your Mata Hari with a gang lily in her hair,
in the skirt exactly one third of the thigh,
cooks coffee in the morning
waving, shouting out of the window,
before the evening I am accomplished.

What do I have these Romanians, Cubes, Czech?
Bulgarians, German, other foreigners,
When I scream with you a church of port girls,
experienced prostitute.

When, not the morning, then something with a tone,
Something with a suffix, with every word,
When happiness in the head beats Kororom,
Head of water from the crane.