Lyrics Дмитрий Воденников - Прекрасная девочка

One beautiful girl wrote in her live journal, this is what is called a public blog-electronic diary.
You know, it so happens that in a bag of caramel with jam, a candy of whole caramel is suddenly found, without any filling at all. On the one hand it is clear - factory marriage. On the other hand, someone who didn’t really like jam was suddenly lucky. But in any way a defect.
Caramel without filling to be excellent (especially for autistic psychopaths). But only at the beginning, fanfares “I'm not like everyone else” still sound. Then it turns out that all high-grade caramels do not care deeply for you.
Well, someone will say:
- Wow, without filling!
- Well, a fool. - someone else will answer

Brodsky's most derogatory about women is in the lines
"I drew ink in a notebook, sang a little"
Although at first glance, why so bad. Something purred, something struck there, as a result, the poet wrote half his life endless "out of nowhere with love"
 So, this broken kaleidoscope of something there is the most humiliating curse

I have no calling.
The end of the quote. So here's the mentioned girl Brodsky:

Honey, I left home late tonight
     breathe fresh air blowing from the ocean.
     Sunset burned out on the ground with a Chinese fan,
     and the cloud swirled like the cover of a concert piano.

A quarter century ago, you were addicted to lula and dates,
     I drew ink in a notebook, sang a little,
     had fun with me; but then got along with a chemical engineer
     and judging by the letters, she monstrously stupid.

Now you are seen in churches in the province and in the metropolis
     at memorial services for common friends, now going solid
     a series of; and I'm glad that there are more distances in the world
     unthinkable than between you and me.

Don't get me wrong. With your voice, body, name
     nothing is connected anymore; nobody destroyed them
     but forgetting one life - a person needs at least
     one more life. And I lived this share.

Lucky for you too: where else, except maybe photos,
     will you always be without wrinkles, young, cheerful, mocking?
     For time, faced with memory, learns about its lack of rights.
     I smoke in the dark and inhale the decay of the ebb.

The girl continues.

In order not to anger God, I have a lot of other things:
some semblance of mind (do not dare to laugh)
a peculiar sense of humor (you can laugh)
vague abilities to put words into meaningless sentences.
I'm thrilling to sing along with Marilyn Monroe
And discarding the lyrics:
Amazing, rare and precious people have honored me to be my friends.
My family pampers and protects me, big (God give them health) and beautiful
And my unique vagaries and fantastic fool persistently endure a man whom a prince with a white horse is unworthy to iron shoelaces.
And only I do not have a calling
There is no high calling.
Low, however, too. There is none.
And you can and should relax. Well there is no way. Love friends, family and man. Ink on a notebook. Sing along with Marilyn Monroe.
But it doesn’t work out for me. I’m just thinking and thinking - this is what ... I’m a caramel defect of marmalade. Well, yes, well, yes, yes. Now there’s nothing to sing about, only details remained, I was always inspired by nonsense, it’s hardly interesting even to me now. But somewhere at the bottom of my heart a man covers his face with his hand and the train leaves the siding, and you are on the platform, at least cry, at least sing, at least ask for mercy .. or rain and snow, a clear conscience, for many years. heaven, so, except heaven there is nothing.
I don’t know what to answer to the girl who wrote that first letter I read on a public blog, a live diary, except that she is beautiful. Because I don’t know about caramel, but the fact that she has the most important thing that makes her so attractive namely, iridescent. Zhensoke is a miracle. I know for sure. On the other hand, I know that an iridescent female miracle does not necessarily make you count