Текст песни Земфира - 01 - Жить в твоей голове

Let them watch us clean
And the overseer came to the hut,
We will cry to the sounds of an accordion
And cover our wedding table.

My little wife, a prominent little woman,
Pours me a triple mug,
Instead of red caviar, a bread roll
He will anoint lipstick.

Lipstick himself, he does not smear
And walks like a man
He seems to me completely male
Only now the beard does not grow.

Girls bamy with a fraction gypsy,
The old women scream bitterly
And one lesbian cries
On the hands of unmarried girls.

Oh, pour a share of Russia,
Girls do not mind drinking again
Yes, for the bitter, yes, for the lesbian,
Yes, for the first wedding night!

In the zone, it’s sweet and unbecoming to me,
I don’t send letters to my husband.
He will never, ever know
What I love Maruska Belova.