Текст песни 11. Булат Окуджава - Надя-Наденька

The windows shall be crispy crust,
For curtains flicker hands.
It stops there, and me - please!
The driver of the bus - my best friend.

She spetsovochke such oiled,
Take this incredible on it.
Oh, Nadia, Nadia, we were happy to b,
Where are you persecuting their horses?

A well-fed horses manes sway,
Bus brand new hurry-hurry.
Oh, Nadia Nadia, I used for twenty kopecks
At either side of your soul.

I know you're in evening dress silk
Are you going to walk down the street to the other.
Oh, Nadia, throw horses whip naschelkivat
Hold your horses - let's talk!

But the horses at dusk sway manes.
Bus brand new in a hurry - a hurry.
Oh, Nadia, Nadia, I used for twenty kopecks
In any direction tvoei soul!