Текст песни Ольга Афраймович - Выкручиваюсь

I twist - I twist - I twist,
I guess and win
I get out of time
And I drip into the water with a candle.

I pay - I pay - I pay
And I laugh, I don't cry,
But I see again in the mirror
An unfamiliar face.

She has her hair cut again
An awkward hairdresser
Not hair with your hand -
The soul is dry,

As scissors climb into my hands
What is the attraction
Leads to a cliff, to a flame,
Sharp edges?

I'm getting out of you
And I repent with my guilt
But again before a fairy tale
The shaggy soul is burning
The shaggy soul burns ...