How did you sleep, Svetlanochka? Lana, how did you sleep? Khrostinka, Nizgibanochka, I had to bend like you And to cut the night with words Directly, with a sword And to stretch the eyes to me As if to the head under the knife How I needed you, Lana, That you rose from your knees From yourself a fugitive A prisoner of invisible walls Much more than confidently Looking for a mouth with lips I trusted you, since I trusted And it will not disappear for me Oh, nylon girl All in birch tears In the wind, like on a plate And with the rains of the eyes
