Текст песни Катерина Ветер - На каблуках

"On heels"
She put on her hat
Saturday-Monday morning.
Bruised
from a tired bum.
Guitar on hand ...
Or is she on the guitar?
Will break, stepping on,
cut like fear.

Low heels.
(More precisely, for the public).
Without jealousy, trusting
look with his nose up.
And if you're lucky:
will pass
won't break.
And, keeping,
For demolition.

In sharp heels
(more precisely, for a surface),
will scroll without swaying,
your gray horizon.
Lower your nose
will recover.
Breathe in frost, relax
How the rod becomes an umbrella.

-It will pass.
Goes forward.
Throw away thoughts.
Not right away,
saying goodbye passionately.
In response - a smile
and blessing is benediction.
And from the sky - rain
on the face - a tear.

Narrows eyes.
There is a world
public.
It is slightly higher:
your tool.
Loose hair
 and there is a guitar.
She is higher than you:
in heels.
10/29/12