Созрела (Sozrela)

But the girl is drunk
For the umpteenth day in a row,
In love up to the ears
With others' the pretty parts.
A green wave
Has covered her shadow,
Washed out the kiss
That jaws remember.

The station waits for some
For some they wait at home
No one is waiting for her,
No one wants her body.
Isn't it easier to say,
It's easier for her to stay mute
When he walks away…
But the girl is ripe,
The girl is ripe,
The girl is ripe,
Giiiirl…

On the radio FM
"He" gave hellos,
Ordered by her
To herself.
In shreds from being looked at,
The "mm-hmm" magazine…
She dozes in the empty apartment,
Loving herself.

The station waits for some
For some they wait at home
No one is waiting for her,
No one wants her body.
Isn't it easier to say,
It's easier for her to stay mute
When he walks away…
But the girl is ripe,
The girl is ripe,
The girl is ripe,
Giiiirl… etc…