Текст песни Милослава Черний - Про дівчинку

About the girl

The girl has a heartache.
And the heart hurts for a reason.
Apparently, she is too outspoken
Dragging a heavy cross.
And with each step
It adds weight to it.
Probably a sick girl.
It is unlikely that she can afford it.
The girl goes to yoga,
And he draws his hands to his feet,
Levels the back with moisture
And white as gauze snow.
When after a course of pills,
Which regulate the pressure,
She will turn into the alley,
Going for a baby squeak,
Will see crying cheeks,
And a grated red nose,
He hears desperate footsteps,
Treacherous wheezing.
Nervous breathless breathing,
Rake to the baby's chest.
"No one will steal from you" -
And the heart burned with fire.
And the black sea rolls with tears,
And the pulse is too fast in a hurry.
Because a girl's heart does not hurt
She has a healthy soul.