Текст песни Наташа Пташка - Подножка

Well my baby - received the bandwagon?
I love like a cat? God - as aptly as prickly,
Dusheistyazatelno, pejoratively
Hopeless, like the heart, needle ...
Pride, nastrogat in small slices,
Lies, freezes on his plate ...
Well, how is it, my dear, it's not yours, I know
Not your pair of shoes, not a burden to you,
To live like this - all my principle is violated
Contempt upon a little
Waiting for a kind word, a diminutive affectionately
Or indifferent - the question: "how are you?"
God, how did you reached ...
How did you become a small farshmachna, fresh ...
Even itself is not sweet
Where is that girl - Princess,
With so haughtily he carried himself ...
Where and why she left,
When so desperately need?