She never married

She didn't marry a lame Jew,
She married a gray Arab,
It did not appeal to nor Chicago, nor Beirut or Hanoi.
She wanted every night to go home.
She lived in Sumy.

Her friend said, "Well, what are you stupid!
After all, there's life, there is so much culture!
There is Michael Jackson, there's Madonna, there's van Damme.
I would be yours, would have been there!"

But she did not go to provocative disputes
She was tired pseudoterranova conversations.
She silently finished his dinner, she went to bed,
Referring to the fact that it is very early.

She was a fellow guitarist and singer.
Talk about it: "It's full speed ahead!"
He played Boogie-woogie, sang Blues and rock-n-roll
He smoked marijuana, drank wine, ate diphenhydramine.

She loved him, he replied to her bed.
She dreamed of becoming his second shadow.
She patiently waited from touring it.
He came, got drunk and yelled that the Scoop is crap.

He called her "Baby" and she him "Cute".
And they were not closely in her cramped apartment,
When he came at night per month, three times.
She wanted to scream, "Take me, darling, hold!"

And he humped in silence, then instantly fell asleep
Then she to work, and he to the station.
Hotel, wine, TV, drummer neighbor.
Sometimes someone else who can make a Blowjob.

And it turned out that she was pregnant a month,
A rock-and-roll life eliminates life.
Besides invited to Copenhagen to tour it,
And everyone said, "he got what he wanted!"

Of course, he didn't come back:
Of course, there is a Paradise, well of course, hell.
And she - she what? Gave birth and the baby lives.
They say that musicians are the most cynical people.

You ask, what's next? Well, I know.
I made it up myself when I didn't want to sleep.
Sad Boogie, the age-old, a minor.
Of course, there is a hell and a Paradise here - that's the whole conversation.