Текст песни Михаил Шуфутинский - Путана

You serve as a table decoration, putan

You, as a fish to beer served

Anyone who paid has all the rights

And here's the butterfly lead

 

Do you remember school, first kiss, putan?

I carved your name in the park

I wrote poetry to you, and at the corner I met

What would happen next - I did not know then.

 

Putana, putana, putana-

Butterfly, but who is to blame

Putana, putana, putana-

The hotel lights are so tempting to burn.

 

And then it began to swirl,

Me at BAM, you in the currency bar

I picked the ground, and you my God's gift

She changed to the night craft

 

And I'm not what I was yesterday, messy

I in this life so simply I will not be entered

How many friends I have, I've lost in my life

It seems to me that to myself I'm mating

 

Putana, putana, putana-

Butterfly, but who is to blame

Putana, putana, putana-

The hotel lights are so tempting to burn

 

So sad to know that we can not be alone, confused

Or maybe just save money

And come to you, and your night to buy

But how then can we continue to live?

 

Now you are decorating the table, confusing

And thousands of your toilet costs

Anyone who paid has all the rights

Only you and I have no sense to meet.

 

Putana, putana, putana-

Butterfly, but who is to blame

Putana, putana, putana-

The hotel lights are so tempting to burn.