Текст песни Диана Арбенина - Одиночество - есть человек во фраке

solitude - there is a man in a frock coat
many complaints and tears. I like a tennis ball
I reflect itself on the transparent rear,
what is called a table. I remember how chilled

on a plate of communal magic buckwheat
I would give myself to everyone who wants it. but eternal
my delight and sorrow, under cover of the duduk.
you only knew how I wanted then your hand

bathe in the weasel proud of perfidy Sevan.
Loneliness is a thread crane
on which hangs a float made of concrete
and breaks down the cast on the desert homeless.

loneliness is vodka without pleasure.
better coffee, wine. tasteless money
earn their effort is not -
just go out and sing. Zapelenuty into force

my voice brings years of immortal hall.
solitude there lurks in stations
emigrant whines on his knees - back.
but I do not believe anyone, only my brother.

and do not you dare call me a cipher Morse
I was gone for good, all very seriously.
I salute while! Pososhkov tales Green
loneliness is. I will wait patiently

plus total. loneliness in his lapel suit vdet
a clear outline of the face, bent corner of the page
and winter, like sandpaper on the face, as if in a fight.
Loneliness is a man in a frock coat.