There are women, my friend, dashing,
Will give on brotherhood wines -
In the dance the stars go crazy
In your eyes and ... darkness.

The soul of them, like, wide-open,
But the heart is a muddy corner.
Take the last shirt,
Coins that zanachil for future use,

Crystal, watch, lemon liqueur,
Carpets and Grandma's sofa,
And you will roll around sleepy -
Silent bale and idol.

One of them who is younger
Rake the last ruble.
And both will come out of the skin,
Lugging in the pawnshop that nagrebli.

Do not light with strangers, dear,
Do not let strangers into the house.
Spit on their pretty face,
Drink green tea with your family.