Текст песни Дэн Дягилев - Прекрасным дамам

Each has its own problems
     In terms of work, family and of art
     Each has its own values
     In the books, the books, in trams, in the shower
      But I will take the liberty of saying that we were
      Always very painful and empty
      When the ladies were taken dance
      On an area of ​​one niglezhe
     And let our hands, pockets and soul in debt
     But God forbid us to present this fascinating fear

     The pastel colors, natural color
     Draws a pastel artist
     And how shameless podglyadevshy
     Rifle clicks fotozatvor
      Actors in tears, musicians in a bow
      And embarrassing dreams shoemaker
      Try to be true when they feel
      Tenderness feelings bust
     And if the brush laugh canvas and feathers stuck to your hands
     That means close to someone one of these captivating Dame

     And you can just be happy
     And just naively proud fate
     And you can drink beer in stalls
     Without particularly significant root causes
      Perhaps with the help of Dame
      It can be something else to make us over them
      Nevertheless, efforts are futile
      If not sweet, decent men
     Let the wine will be another opportunity for us
     Recall once again their beautiful ladies