Lyrics meanna - у нас много общего с проститутками

"You see," he said slowly, with arrangements, as if in the first
once listening attentively to their thoughts and weighing them. - You see, it attracts me and
interested in this life of her ... how would I put it ...? her terrible,
naked truth. You see, all the conditional
covers. There is no lie, no hypocrisy, no hypocrisy, no deals or with
public opinion, neither with the obsession authority of their ancestors, nor with their own
his conscience. No illusions, no embellishments! Here I am! A public woman,
a public vessel, a cesspool for the drain of excess urban lust. Come to me
Anyone who wants - you will not meet with a refusal, this is my service. But in a second
this voluptuousness in a hurry-you will pay with money, disgust, illness and
a shame. And that's all. There is not one side of human life, where the main,
the main truth shone with such monstrous, ugly naked brightness, without
every shadow of human lies and self-deception.
- Well, let's put it! These women lie like green horses. Go and talk to
her first fall. Such a rattletrap.
"Do not ask." What do you care? But if they lie, they lie
just like children. But you yourself know that children are the very first, the most
lovely little women and at the same time the most sincere people in the world. AND
it is wonderful that both of them, that is, prostitutes and children, lie only
to us - to men - and adults. Between themselves they do not lie - they are only inspired
improvise. But they lie to us because we ourselves demand this of them,
because we are climbing into their very alien souls with their stupid tricks and
questions, because, finally, that they secretly consider us big fools
and stupid pretenders. Yes, you want, I'll count you by now
fingers all cases when the prostitute necessarily lies, and you will be convinced,
that the man is persuaded by lies.
"Well, well, we'll see."
- First: she is ruthlessly painted, even sometimes. to the detriment of self. From what?
Because every pimply Junker, who is so burdened by his sexual
maturity, that in the spring he becomes as stupid as a black grouse, and some
a miserable chinodral from the administration of the Deanery, the husband of the pregnant wife and the father of nine
babies - after all, they both come here not at all with prudential and simple
the goal is to leave here an excess of passion. He, a scoundrel, came to enjoy, to him -
this aesthetic! - you see, beauty is necessary. And all these girls, these daughters
simple, unpretentious great Russian people, how do they look at aesthetics?
"What is sweet - something delicious, that is red - something beautiful." And now, on, well,
get yourself beauty from antimony, whitewash and blush.
This time. The second is that this same fine chevalier, not only that
wants beauty, - no, give him another semblance of love, so that in a woman from his
caresses would have ignited this very "agony of mad-umnai sa-ta-ra-sa-ti!", about which
is sung in idiotic romances. A! Do you want this? On! And the woman lies to him
face, voice, sighs, groans, body movements. And he himself in the depths
soul knows about this professional fraud, but - go ahead! - all the same
flattered: "Oh, what a beautiful man I am! Oh, how women love me! Ah,
in which I bring them frenzy! .. "You know, it happens that the person from the very
desperate impudence, most flatteringly flatter in the eyes, and he himself
it perfectly sees and knows, but - hell! - some sweet feeling
all the same obmuslivaet soul. So ... here. The question is: whose initiative is in lie?
also the third point. You told him yourself. More
They all lie when they are asked: "How did you come to this life?" But
what right do you have to ask her about it, damn you! After all
she does not get into your intimate life? She's not interested in your first
"holy" love or innocence of your sisters and your bride. Aha! You
do you pay money? Wonderful! Bandersh, and the bouncer, and the police, and medicine, and
city ​​government are following your interests. Perfectly! You gary