Текст песни Татьяна Пучко - Песня пьяного сельского подростка

I can not say thank fate I
I can not say that I was lucky.
In your eyes, I raise timid,
But I bawled the whole village.

I did not accidentally meet you.
If only you could catch it,
After all, I can not tell my sorrow,
I can not say about their love.

I was going to confess to you,
Air scored so gaped,
And people pointed their fingers at me:
The nose is supposedly not mature enough - and there too pret.

Yes, maybe I'm small - yes but not a fool.
Maybe drunk - but not forever.
And next year I'll buy stilts
Maybe he saw me then.

                           February 1997