Текст песни Beketova.K. - Через год

If you ask me what I see myself in a year,
I'll answer:
I'm lying all that you have already sobbed,
I have a roof, work, cat,
Through me passed not one man,
But do not worry about this.

I did not become a vegetarian, I drink a lot, and I am writing poetry.
It's not what I would like to do
in twenty.
And not what would like thirty-three.

My life has become a stitching of old jokes,
I kiss, fall in love, my suitcases are easy,
Light soft, and many spine legs
Tango dance in my soul.

I rehearse with new guys songs
In the old garage.
I get paid for cheek and cheap cigarettes,
But is it dear, important?
Is it no important?