Текст песни Борис Бурда - Монолог самостоятельной женщины

Life hit me, but not killed,
What else do I expect it? And God knows ...
Husband? No need - thank you, it was.
A friend? No need - thank you, it is.
There is a job, and even apartment.
As I produced them - not finding fault.
All she wanted was taking. And for all paid.
Only, I'm afraid, exhausted credit.

 In the house of a man I hold for a year.
 Call him Bob. Of course, the cat.

I'm on "bluestocking" not like.
familiar weight - not less than one hundred.
Everybody, in general, should be the same.
Well, suppose. And then what?
Who decently - mumbler and a rag.
Who poreshitelney - a complete dunce.
Grosh heads of their price, muskrat fur hats!
I'll stay much in itself ...

 John, where are you so eager to start?
 Oh, I forgot - on the street in March ...

What the men went - well, and slush!
It is worth for a laugh any press -
What's get up! can cry
And they say that for me to decide.
I like it, too, it takes not for nothing.
Trousers wear and drive a "Zhiguli"
I drink and smoke, but do not dare to swear in front of ladies -
This while they have exceeded.

 In the morning pour the milk man.
 I will be in the evening ... Vasenysh while!