Текст песни simon - Любовница

She likes rough sex
Afraid of tenderness.
Nobody her body
Does not swear allegiance.

She goes to the cinema alone
And he never cries.
For her, the word "love"
Does not mean anything.

She increasingly prohibits
Dreaming yourself.
Calls her friends less and less
She has nothing to say.

Words and caresses
Lost holiness altogether.
His calls (Woy)
For a long time no longer a joy.

She dreams of dissolving
In the starry sky.
She dreams of being free
Like a summer wind.

She's sick of women
Empty talk.
From these endless
Hypocritical controversy.

With your problems
Alone with myself.
Pastel, sleeping pills,
Salvation in a dream.

At the bottom of my heart
Keeping resentment and longing.
Clenches fists
And repeats "I can .."

I try to see the good in life,
But good things in life are hard to find.
We'll blow it away, blow it away.
Can we make this something good?

She can't stand screaming
She doesn't go to clubs
She's in pain
Gritting my teeth.

Coffee shop, hot chocolate
And milk.
He is the very man
With which it is easy for her.

He doesn't call her name
Afraid to be confused.
And it seems to him that
This is not worth thinking about.

She doubts
And every time
Trying to find love
In the sparkle of his eyes.

The first one does not call him
After all, he is married.
About this relationship
Even her brother doesn't know.

It's easy to judge her
She herself does not mind.
And here again speed, pain,
And again the night.

She doesn't use glitter
And lipstick.
From him already
Do not need anything.

Don't come off
But also not to get closer ..
More and more often she
Whispers: "I hate!"

I try to see the good in life,
But good things in life are hard to find.
We'll blow it away, blow it away.
Can we make this something good?

She considers hometown
Fresh and gray
Tied to the senses
Remnants of her faith.

He is no longer the enemy
But a hated friend.
But the sound of his voice
Her favorite sound.

She doesn't believe in princes
She doesn't believe in fairy tales
She does not accept
Close to his caresses.

And she doesn't care about promises
And my own tears.
And her heart cannot be glued
It's too late.

Just driving on the highway
Feels happy.
Draws plans
With a bright perspective.

Today his calls
Left unanswered.
A little sip of freedom
Like a glimpse of light.

Road, music, her soul
He only does not repent
Hums something
And smiles sadly.

And she often thinks
It's so easy to go crazy
From city to city.
She is one.

I try to see the good in life,
But good things in life are hard to find.
We'll blow it away, blow it away.
Can we make this something good?