Текст песни Вероника Долина - Она одна, она не замужем

She is single, she is not married
And again, thirty years later,
She mourns the intent
Moans like a child.

Her plays are not over,
Poems are not completed.
She sits on the windowsill,
The window goes inland.

Would write poetry and music
While there are no other classes ...
But the lines are sleeping in the trash,
And quiet, like space, the Internet.

Herds of bottles without
Spirits cheap small forest ...
And a series of joyless hours
That with the book, without.

She is alone and she does not want
Neglect neither good nor evil.
Unmeasured loneliness
Perhaps even craft.

No sound out of yourself,
But listening to the deep noise ...
And he will say the word - that’s it
Its small female mind ...