Текст песни Диана Коденко - Восемь женщин

It was cold one,
Eight women came to him
Not swearing, not taia, condemn, yes I
not to that.
One had a nodule behind his back,
Looking around hot and whisper nights,
During the other, the trail was carried out and went,
Just smelled of war.
And the third had bitter lips,
And fourth fed with hands,
And the fifth every time
everything did not fit the game
in giveaway.
Here is the sixth, that I was waiting for death,
Here is the seventh zhabuy skin burned,
And the eighth, spawning from the face,
stood at the porch -
Not entered.
Eight lives yes with a fire in the eyes
Came to burn out, tell
About mad that fire -
Not to burn it - and he
frozen.
There was not righteous, but I did not live in a lie,
I avoided the hope of strangers.
Whether they are silent from shame
whether the word is ice
did not fold.
It was cold one,
Eight women came to him,
so that, desperate, save,
silent, let go
In Terema.
He froze under the sun,
He called them named named.
Letter in spring
White covered
head.
... But the ninth burst into the shoulder -
became the heart of hot-hot
And as the name called,
Heart cracked in the chest
in half.