Текст песни Катерина Ветер - На каблуках

"On the heels"
She put on her hat
Monday-Saturday morning.
Bruised
tired of the idler.
Guitar on their hands ...
Or is it a guitar?
Broken, stepping,
cuts himself as fear.

Low heels.
(To be more precise, to the public).
No jealousy, trust,
look, raising his nose.
And if you're lucky:
pass,
It will not break.
And Save
On demolition.

On the heels of sharp,
(more precisely, to the surface),
scroll, not swinging,
his gray horizon.
Lower the nose,
recover.
Inhales cold, relax
As the rod becomes an umbrella.

-Proydet.
Go ahead.
Toss ideas.
Not right away,
passionate goodbye.
The answer - smile
and good - Slovenia.
And from the sky - rain
face - tears.

Narrows his eyes.
There is a world,
public.
It is a little higher:
his instrument.
Dissolve the hair
 and have a guitar.
It is above you:
Heels.
10/29/12