Текст песни Умка без Б - Руки в карманах

I was again a woman who comes in the morning,
Which carries along the boulevards and on the thoroughfare,
Which bears his image as an icon are in a religious procession,
Before that slows, and even people Gives Way

Hands in his pockets, his hands in his pockets ...

For the right to keep their hands in their pockets,
I'll pay the bills
Today we go on the road together,
And tomorrow you're here, and I'm there

Hands in his pockets, his hands in his pockets ...

I Statue of Liberty with a bloody ice cream in hand
I was waiting for myself, and now I appear in the distance
Star in my womb - a hedgehog in fractured rays
I am a statue of Judith with the head of Holofernes on the shoulders