Lyrics Марианна Плотникова - косы и ленточки
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семнадцать лет слушалась маму,
училась отлично,
цветочки между страничек
прятала. плакала.
в косички
вплетала ленточки
алые.
потом решила, что умная.
уехала в город с огнями —
шумными
улицами, прочей дрянью.
влюбилась в мальчика из комнаты слева,
варила борщ,
трепала нервы.
вышла замуж,
ждала ребенка.
считала себя ранимой и тонкой.
стихи вбивала в мобильный
на парах.
в родильной
рыдала.
недолго терпела мужа.
топталась с ребенком
в лужах,
хотя пыталась быть строже.
приставала к прохожим
и очень любила спрашивать:
скажите,
а я не ваша ли?
мужчина,
так я не ваша ли?
ах, бедная глупая
мамочка,
ах, бедная глупая
девочка,
им — каждому — всем — до лампочки
и косы твои
и ленточки.
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seventeen years obeyed my mother,
studied well,
flowers between the pages
hid. cried.
in pigtails
weaved ribbons
scarlet.
then she decided she was smart.
left for the city with lights -
noisy
streets, other rubbish.
fell in love with the boy from the room to the left,
cooked borsch,
ruffled my nerves.
got married,
was expecting a child.
considered herself vulnerable and thin.
typed poetry into my mobile
in pairs.
in maternity
sobbed.
did not endure her husband for long.
trampled with a child
in puddles,
although I tried to be stricter.
molested passers-by
and loved to ask:
tell me
Am I not yours?
the man,
so am I not yours?
ah poor stupid
mommy,
ah poor stupid
girl,
them - everyone - all - don't care
and your braids
and ribbons.
seventeen years obeyed my mother,
studied well,
flowers between the pages
hid. cried.
in pigtails
weaved ribbons
scarlet.
then she decided she was smart.
left for the city with lights -
noisy
streets, other rubbish.
fell in love with the boy from the room to the left,
cooked borsch,
ruffled my nerves.
got married,
was expecting a child.
considered herself vulnerable and thin.
typed poetry into my mobile
in pairs.
in maternity
sobbed.
did not endure her husband for long.
trampled with a child
in puddles,
although I tried to be stricter.
molested passers-by
and loved to ask:
tell me
Am I not yours?
the man,
so am I not yours?
ah poor stupid
mommy,
ah poor stupid
girl,
them - everyone - all - don't care
and your braids
and ribbons.