Пляшет скука в неглиже

Пляшет скука в неглиже:
на столе и на шесте ...
Дома же, надев ночнушку,
обрыдается в подушку.
Снова утро настаёт:
день в окно копытом бьёт,
а судьба неугомонно
кольца вьёт, сжимая круг:
в поиске лекарств от скуки,
одиночества подруги -
дамы, страстно счастья ищут...
. . .
Ошибаются... но ... ждут...

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Пляшет скука в неглиже:
на столе и на шесте ...
Дома же, надев ночнушку,
обрыдается в подушку.
Снова утро настаёт:
день в окно копытом бьёт,
а судьба неугомонно
кольца вьёт, сжимая круг.
каждой ночью плач в подушку:
доля выпала такая?
иль она не понимает
по любви тоска сжигает,
но никто её, всерьёз,
как бы и не замечает.

а подушка обнимает
нежно слёзки утирает
скука сладко засыпает
и про горечь забывает
грёзы мягко незаметно
всю её переполняют
и обиду вытесняют
затирает сон страданья.

рано утром, просыпаясь,
скука глазки открывает
и охоту замышляя.
подбоченясь. представляет:
как сегодня поздно ночью
потихоньку промышляет
Мнится ей: мужские руки
может быть о ней мечтают
силу страсти извергая
и в пору таких мечтаний
замирая застывает.

Снова утро настаёт:
день в окно копытом бьёт,
а судьба неугомонно
кольца вьёт, сжимая круг.
в поиске лекарств от скуки,
одиночества подруги:
дамы,
страстно счастья ищут
Ошибаются
но ждут

версия припева:
* Безликие стены,
пустая квартира,
остыла кровать.
Теряем искусство
любить, доверяя ...

перевод под эл.-регги:

[Intro]
Symbolically, it’s the same:
Just like a stripper on the stage,
A living soul inside each person
Feels exposed, yet hides its ache.

[Verse 1]
Boredom dances in her negligee,
On the table, on the pole, you see.
Back at home, she pulls on her nightgown,
Crying into the pillow, all alone.

[Pre-Chorus]
Morning comes,
The day hits the window with a hoof
Fate keeps twisting rings—it wants more, more, more.
Tightening the circle, never letting go,
Boredom’s caught inside this show, oh no.

[Chorus]
Faceless walls,
an empty apartment,
the bed has gone cold.
We are losing the art of
loving, trusting...
and most importantly: waiting.

[Verse 2]
Every night, she sobs into the dark,
“Is this the life I’m meant to walk?”
She doesn’t get it, can’t comprehend:
The longing for love is burning her end to end.
But nobody’s really looking her way,
Like she’s invisible, fading day by day.

[Bridge]
The pillow holds her, soft and kind,
Wiping tears she can’t leave behind.
She falls asleep and forgets the pain,
Dreams come creeping, slow and plain.
They fill her up, they push the hurt aside,
Sleep erases what she can’t hide.

[Chorus]
Faceless walls,
an empty apartment,
the bed has gone cold.
We are losing the art of
loving, trusting...
and most importantly: waiting.

[Verse 3]
Early morning, eyes open wide,
She’s plotting her hunt, standing tall and proud.
Hands on hips, she’s imagining the night,
Moving quiet, slipping out of the light.
She dreams of hands that might be dreaming of her,
Spilling passion like a stormy thunder.
Holding her breath—the moment teases.


[Pre-Chorus]
Morning comes,
The day hits the window with a hoof
Fate keeps twisting rings—it wants more, more, more.
Tightening the circle, never letting go,
Boredom’s caught inside this show, oh no.

[Chorus]
Faceless walls,
an empty apartment,
the bed has gone cold.
We are losing the art of
loving, trusting...
and most importantly: waiting.

[Verse 4]
Looking for a cure, for something to believe,
Loneliness is her friend, but it can’t relieve.
Ladies searching hard, chasing happiness,
Making mistakes, but still holding fast.
Still they wait, still they hope, still they try,
Even when the world’s too cold to lie.

[Chorus]
Faceless walls,
an empty apartment,
the bed has gone cold.
We are losing the art of
loving, trusting...
and most importantly: waiting.

[Outro]
Symbolic truth, the same old scene:
A stripper’s show, a soul unseen.
Inside each one, the story’s clear:
We bare our skin, but hide the fear.

Stripper’s show, the soul’s disguise,
Same pain behind the pretty lies.
Every heart is hiding something deep,
In the dark, where no one’s meant to peek.


перевод под EDM:

The Stripper

[Intro]
(Sultry bassline, shimmering synth pad, slow snare roll, breathy vocal FX)
She dances her strip tease in sheer lace,
On the table, on the pole, in the spotlight’s embrace.
But back at home, she pulls on her nightgown tight,
And cries into the pillow till the dark turns to light.

[Verse 1]
Again, the morning comes, the day kicks hard against the glass,
While fate keeps spinning loops, tightening the circle fast.
Each night she sobs into the pillow, is this the lot she’s drawn?
Or does she just not understand — the ache of love is all she’s known?
But no one really sees her, not for real, not in the crowd,
As if her heart’s the quiet storm that no one’s ever allowed to hear out loud.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Snare ghost notes, rising arp, tension climbing)
The pillow holds her close and gently wipes the tears away,
She falls into a sweet sleep and forgets the bitter day.
Dreams softly, quietly, they fill her up inside,
Pushing out the hurt, erasing all the pain she tried to hide.
Sleep washes over her, it smooths the jagged scars and scars,
A quiet lullaby that hushes every wound beneath the stars.

[Chorus]
She wakes up early, opens her eyes with a spark,
Plans the hunt for the night ahead, stands tall, throws back her back.
She pictures how tonight she’ll slip through shadows, work her way,
And maybe men’s hands are dreaming of her, burning with the heat of the day.

Her heart stops for a moment, lost in what could be, you know.

[Verse 2]
Again, the morning comes, the day kicks hard against the glass,
While fate keeps spinning loops, tightening the circle fast.
They hunt for cures to boredom, for the ache of being alone,
Ladies searching for happiness, making mistakes, but holding on.
They’re wrong, they’re lost, but still they wait, with hope tied to their chest,
Chasing sparks in the dark, trying to feel alive at best.

[Bridge]
(Break: kick drops, reversed vocal chop, ghostly textures, glitch FX)
Blank walls, an empty flat, the bed’s gone cold and still,
We’re losing the art of loving, of trusting, of holding tight.
And more than anything, we’re losing how to wait,
To sit in silence, to believe that something good is on its way.
The room breathes emptiness, the air tastes stale and thin,
But somewhere deep inside, a flicker still begins to spin.

(Drop: full beat returns, aggressive sub;bass, layered percussion, dark lead, bright stabs, syncopated claps)

[Chorus]
She wakes up early, opens her eyes with a spark,
Plans the hunt for the night ahead, stands tall, throws back her back.
She pictures how tonight she’ll slip through shadows, work her way,
And maybe men’s hands are dreaming of her, burning with the heat of the day.

Her heart stops for a moment, lost in what could be, you know.

[Outro]
The cycle turns again, the mask goes back on, the show begins,
Behind the glitter, behind the moves, a soul that never wins.
But still she spins, still she dreams, still she tries to find a way,
Through the cold walls and the empty rooms, into the light of day.

(Fade with repeating vocal chop)
“Into the light… into the light…
Even if the dream is thin, even if the night is long.”