Lyrics Зодчие - Девушка в белом
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Девушка в прозрачном платье белом,
В туфлях на высоком каблуке,
Ты зачем своим торгуешь телом
От большого дела вдалеке?
Ты стоишь как кукла разодета,
На ногтях сверкает яркий лак,
Может, кто тебя обидел где-то?
Может, кто сказал чего не так?
Почему пошла ты в проститутки?
Ведь могла геологом бы стать,
Или быть водителем маршрутки,
Или в небе соколом летать.
В этой жизни есть профессий много,
Выбирай любую, не ленись.
Ты пошла неверною дорогой,
Погоди, подумай, оглянись!
Видишь - в поле трактор что-то пашет?
Видишь - из завода пар идет?
День за днем страна живет все краше,
Неустанно двигаясь вперед.
На щеках твоих горит румянец,
Но не от хорошей жизни он.
Вот к тебе подходит иностранец,
Кто их знает, может, и шпион.
Он тебя как личность не оценит,
Что ему души твоей полет,
Ты ему отдашься из-за денег,
А любовь тебя не позовет.
Нет, любовь продажной не бывает!
О деньгах не думают, любя,
Если кто об этом забывает,
Пусть потом пеняет на себя.
Женщина в прозрачном платье белом,
В туфлях на высоком каблуке,
Ты зачем своим торгуешь телом
От большого дела вдалеке!
The girl in a transparent white dress,
In high heeled shoes,
Why do you trade your body
From a big deal away?
You stand like a doll dressed
On nails the bright varnish sparkles,
Maybe someone offended you somewhere?
Maybe someone said something wrong?
Why did you go to prostitutes?
After all, she could become a geologist,
Or be a bus driver,
Or in the sky falcon fly.
There are many professions in this life,
Choose any, do not be lazy.
You went the wrong way,
Wait, think, look around!
See - in the field the tractor plows something?
See - from the steam plant goes?
Day by day the country lives more and more beautiful
Moving forward tirelessly.
A blush burns on your cheeks
But not from the good life he is.
Here comes to you a foreigner
Who knows, maybe a spy.
He will not appreciate you as a person
What does your soul fly to him
You will give him for money
And love will not call you.
No, selling love does not happen!
They don't think about money, loving,
If anyone forgets about it,
Let him then blame yourself.
Woman in a transparent white dress,
In high heeled shoes,
Why do you trade your body
From a big deal away!
In high heeled shoes,
Why do you trade your body
From a big deal away?
You stand like a doll dressed
On nails the bright varnish sparkles,
Maybe someone offended you somewhere?
Maybe someone said something wrong?
Why did you go to prostitutes?
After all, she could become a geologist,
Or be a bus driver,
Or in the sky falcon fly.
There are many professions in this life,
Choose any, do not be lazy.
You went the wrong way,
Wait, think, look around!
See - in the field the tractor plows something?
See - from the steam plant goes?
Day by day the country lives more and more beautiful
Moving forward tirelessly.
A blush burns on your cheeks
But not from the good life he is.
Here comes to you a foreigner
Who knows, maybe a spy.
He will not appreciate you as a person
What does your soul fly to him
You will give him for money
And love will not call you.
No, selling love does not happen!
They don't think about money, loving,
If anyone forgets about it,
Let him then blame yourself.
Woman in a transparent white dress,
In high heeled shoes,
Why do you trade your body
From a big deal away!