Текст песни Вероника Долина - Она одна, она не замужем

She's the one, she is not married
And once again, thirty years later,
She laments the idea,
Moaning like a child.

Her play is not over,
Poems are not completed.
She is sitting on the windowsill,
The window comes into the country.

I would write poetry and music,
So far, no other activities ...
But the lines of sleeping in a garbage basket,
And silent as space, Internet.

Herds bezgradusnyh bottles,
Spirits cheap small forest ...
And a series of bleak hours
That a book, then no.

She is one, and she does not want
Embark any good, nor evil.
Nemeryany loneliness,
Perhaps even craft.

Not a sound in itself does not squeeze,
But listening to the noise of the deep ...
But he says the word - that is issued
Its slim female mind ...