Текст песни Rani - Яшка Казанова - Она плетет

she spins from the veins of my thread to sweaters,
herself without even realizing it, but inwardly
sensing that avenges me - for yesterday, for the day before =
for too sick, for too happy.

roaming the body of memory: look, every day,
who lived together, every hour.
and how did we manage to do all this somewhere?
and how did I manage to run wild so selflessly,

that the thirsty ruthless "daaaaa" exploded
sweeping away everything, even me, on my "can"?
and ... empty now. and how many do not expect
she will not return the same. and lips lie
when they feel the phantom of her beige skin. they lie
eyes when they see her face in the thousand-strong crowd.

poking buttons with helpless hand tremors
who will not be able to give you anything.