Текст песни Вера Полозкова - Построенье сюжета странно

Building a story is strange,
The purpose tragically obscure:
We do not match the capital of the country,
Interests, sleep modes.

You will have no sympathy for my grieving *,
You will have no pity of any sort -
Call me worth fifteen hryvnia,
And come to me - so all five hundred;

If you drink, now, if you think, it is extremely rare,
Avoiding happy, mom and darkness.
Why me all these people, baby,
If none of you still do not.

If someone sneaking inside or expel or exterminate,
Hidden and stands out as a little lazutchitsa.
Ah thank you heart, it knows how to love like this -
Yes, when did finally
unlearn.