Текст песни Немного нервно - 6. Хозяйка борделя

She has several faces and several different bodies -
for every taste, for every style.
Long list of names of those who wanted her
and a gaping void among those who loved her.

In the morning she smokes and waits, but no one comes -
and "curse you all."
She drove everyone away - she would have jumped
from a cruise ship to the Seine.

And in the corner of her eyes is old age.
She melts like snow, smiling in her sleep.
And maybe there is something else left -
I like her.

She would be a saint, would be the owner of a brothel -
"Whatever you want, monsieur" and "Give them, Lord, strength."
Long list of names of those who wanted her
and a gaping void among those who forgave her.

Dress. Her dress is scarier
than a shot and a scream in the dark alleys.
Smoothly. So shoulders melt smoothly -
she is crying. It's easier for her.

And in the corner of her eyes is old age.
She melts like snow, smiling in her sleep.
And maybe there is something else left -
I like her.