Текст песни Ольга Стельмах - Леди Босс.дорожное радио меня убьет

Nine to Five
She, like snow, cold,
Her heart is beyond the Great Wall of China,
To it just does not enter,
She is always busy,
And after her chauffeur drove the home.

Prospect:
But night comes,
Sleeps daughter
And do not hide the tears
Lady - Boss.
Pack of cigarettes
And not the lights go out
Exactly nine
Up to five.

Nine to Five
Her soul is under lock and key,
And it is growing every day a bank account,
And all their problems
She decided long ago,
And jealous of her, as she carries through life.

Nine to Five
She is calm as steel,
And the night sadness burns to ashes,
And no one on the way,
Who would put his arm around her shoulders,
So that, forgetting everything, she would have been weak.