девочка сегодня в баре (Edit)

A girl is at the bar today. The girl is fifteen, A skinny guy is next to her, One ticket for both of them. Across breakfasts all week, Despite the ban, Two cocktails fit in And half a pack of cigarettes. What a life! Live happily! It's a shame that not every evening Is such a life. Mom, hold on, Dad, tremble, If every evening Is such a life! The girl is, of course, happy, That she's wearing cool pants. The girl is tickled by glances, The ones below her back. The girl looks tired, As if she doesn't care. As if she's learned, experienced It all long ago. What a life! Live happily! It's a shame that not every evening Is such a life. Mom, hold on, Dad, tremble, If every evening This life! Cigarette smoke billows So thick you could hang an axe. A meaningless conversation flows through the pipe. The girl, crazed by the noise And blinded by the smoke, Unlearns to decide or think anything at all Completely. What a life! Live, don't grieve! It's a shame that every evening This life! Mom, hold on, Dad, tremble, If every evening This life!