Текст песни Крематорий - Посвящение бывшей подруге

My ex-girlfriend is now put on weight
Sitting at home, cook borscht, darning her husband briefs
And hiding in a rumpled dressing gown loose body
Stealthily shaves mustache in the mirror,
Yes, shave his mustache.

And her fat husband stabbed his eyes at the TV
He only eats or sleeps, or looking out the window
And the fat splattered his warm sweater
A look of indifference engulfed in a long time,
A long time ago.

It is evening, sitting at a table in the kitchen
Champing will chew sausage sandwich
The plate with garnish dive flies
And he drives off their lazy hand,
He drives the hand.

But the night came, and shuffled slippers
You lie in bed and extinguish the light
And he will crush you long sweaty feet
Portraying the passion, which is no more,
Which is no more.

And on Sunday he put on a shirt and tie
Clean shoes, and you will come to me
You will be modestly silent, and he loudly brag
How much happiness in your family,
Oh, your family.

And then, farewell and leaving the apartment
You take a moment to sneak, kiss me
You smell like a cheap soap suddenly
And I can not remember the old you, the old you.

And so, year after year pass by drearily
And you with him from the storms of life on the sidelines
Grandchildren asked: & quot; It was my only weapon you happy? & Quot;
And you thoughtlessly answer: & quot; It! & Quot;
You answer & quot; It! & Quot;