Я, конечно, не воспринимаю Старманию на английском, но все же...



I never planned my daily round

I've never loved the common task

I don't rebel, I don't accept

I've often laughed, I've often wept

An ordinary working girl

There was a man until he found

The things that I began to ask

Involved him a little more

Than what he came to see me for

Oh so naive the working girl

One day I'll show him

And all the others too

Outgrow him

I'll have all that I'm due

Very soon

...

The working girl is that and more

She ticks away behind the mask

She wouldn't let her spirit die

That does not mean she will not cry

When all her dreams fly at the door

An ordinary working girl



А это телеграмма от Зеро:

My goddess of the flesh, my goddess of the mind

Who's photos long resided in my wallet and my heart

Would you who once inspired me from a distance be inclined

To help me from much nearer

Play a closer part



As a symbol of all that our people hold dear

Won't you join me today in a new crusade?