Текст песни Дейта Мейра - Про Модесту

About Modesta

So I was the last person to see Modesta.
The planes are flying too confidently.
And almost everyone gets there.
It was at 1 am local time.

In the morning there was a fine rain, every drop on the nerves
At work they did not give a job - they booted.
The men washed the bones of the boss bitch.
Sitting on spare at the railway line.

I forgot about her, about her transplant
And that besides me there is no one to meet her.
In the SMS "Come on. Forget it. It's okay" -
Not a fig not in order - did not answer.

City stop from the center to the airport.
Eh, with my unshaven, yes with a fume?
We catch the wheelbarrow while everything is going on like clockwork.
No money - for free - all the best for free.

I always considered the height of egocentrism
Listen to the songs of your own rock group in the player.
Everything that is, everything with me - cigarettes, charisma,
A languid look and a screw in each of the eyes.

A conversation after a long one will not be born immediately.
I do not like it when the word is water or cotton wool.
And silence is gold, not bit by bit
Let's collect - by Klondikes, but by Eldorad.

And Modesta laughs and jokes about different things,
And all the jokes are fun - they play with words.
"Don't play, Modesta - Flammable" -
I muttered, having the poet's rights.

Why is there? Poet, as he said about poets
The poet is the one who cuts the road.
Which road? And what is it used for? -
God alone ...
The devil himself will break his leg.

It's already midnight - fatigue is mixed with laziness.
And from the tired and drunk we have bribes, smooth.
Then I will be ashamed of the impatience.
With which I was waiting for the landing.

The planes fly, somehow confidently
And almost everyone gets there.
It was at one in the morning local time
I am the last of our people to see Modesta.

(15.12.2012)