Текст песни Mila Poletaeva - Идеальный мужчина

It seems to me that this is Santa Claus, who is my mother,
But it seems to exist anyway there and then,
But how should he be near,
But in principle it is not necessary, nothing owes anything to anyone.

Then what is to be done?
Resolved? Anyway?
Or is it necessary?

Unconditionality, correctness, ideality - an infection ...
Better not to dream and go somewhere straight
Or crooked sideways, but you can't stand, for nothing to illusion.

A line and a little elm are behind you,
And for me, tulips would be cooler.
For someone - daisies, and roses are not needed,
And you prefer all the women to the heap.

Dance country dance, pour in tea
And you want to conduct conversations heart to heart,
Take a walk here and there, do not sting your bottom,
Sitting on three chairs is a joy!

If you want something new, you will have an escapade:
Give you a cactus for your birthday?
For the life of me, I don't need perfect
A hut by the river will do just fine.

15 July 2016