Ninka
Ninka Алиса ИИ говорит, что так и надо для английского языка ломать рифмы 3 и 4 строки 😂 именно для шансона. Странно, конечно. [Verse 1] Ninka, like a picture, strolls with some square. Hand me the blade, buddy, I’ll go take care. Let me ask you: Who’s that friend of hers? Let him run, Ninka, that's a cop, I know. [Verse 2] Cop-style moustache, hand curled like a hook, Staff-grey riding breeches on him — that’s the look. Hunting sweethearts, copper? Don’t try to run your con! Get out quick, Ninka, that's a shakedown, I know. [Verse 3] What have you done, you plague, brought a tail down on us? Better if you'd just dropped dead, you wretch. Better if you'd croaked — Hell, I loved you so! But now you've withered right inside my chest. I know. [Verse 4] Life of the underworld, my bitter, bitter life. Like the law of blood that sealed my final strife. Can't halve the sentence, can't shave a single day. Hearts, diamonds, clubs, but for me, a cell in the Crosses, I know. [Verse 5] They jumped me from behind, started stomping me down. Who's gonna pull me out of the cell block now? Time will tick away, and for the very last time I’ll kiss Ninka, with a bullet between the eyes, I know.