Текст песни Петлюра и гр.Пацаны - Проститутка

Trembling from freezing cold,
You're standing on the street Tverskaya,
Waiting when some passer
Will take you to his home.
Waiting when some passer
Will take you to his home.

And your eyes sparkle playfully,
Hinting, they say, come with me,
And in the morning, finishing his beer,
You'll go home tired.
And in the morning, finishing his beer,
You'll go home tired.

And in the evening you are again with a friend
The flight there as a moth,
In Tver you walk as a circle,
Burning all night.
In Tver you walk as a circle,
Burning all night.

On your eyelashes snow sparkles
And behind the clouds hid the moon,
But you still can not sleep,
You're standing on a street.
But you still can not sleep,
You're standing on a street.

Trembling from freezing cold,
You're sad on Tverskaya Street,
And the simple word "prostitute"
Forever will remain with you.
And the simple word "prostitute"
Forever will remain with you.