Текст песни Борис Бурда - Монолог самостоятельной женщины

Life beat me, but did not kill me,
What else do I expect from her? And God knows ...
Husband? No need - thanks, it was.
Friend? No need - thanks, there is.
There is work, and even an apartment.
How did I get them - not for a nigger.
All she wanted was taken. And paid for everything.
Only, I'm afraid, I ran out of credit.

 I've been holding the man for a year now.
 Call him Vasya. Naturally, the cat.

I'm not like the "blue stocking".
The mass of friends is not less than one hundred.
Everyone, in general, needs the same thing.
Well, suppose. And then what?
Who decently - mumbling and rags.
Who posresitelney - full of dunce.
Grosh head to their price without muskrat cap!
I'll stay by myself ...

 Vasya, where are you so zealous to start?
 Ah, I forgot - on the street in March ...

What kind of men went - well, and slush!
It is worth to press anybody's laughter -
What get up! They can cry
And they say that it's up to me to decide.
This, too, is not for nothing.
Pants I wear and drive "Lada",
I drink and smoke, but I dare not swear at ladies -
In this while they surpassed us.

 In the morning the man will pour the milk.
 I'll be in the evening ... Vasyenish, bye!