Текст песни Ольга Арефьева - А я напьюсь сейчас...Видать, пропащая моя судьба...

Wilted flowers in a vase of paper ,
Swore true your wife -
She told me that I was selling ,
What I was walking , I worthless .

She's beautiful , she is tall ,
Husband's pillow goes whisking
And now I get drunk , I will merry
And along the Skipper will go for a walk.

And I will meet someone - he would be a gentleman ,
Looks like propane my destiny ...
Though I am a Jew go , but at least with a Tartar ,
Yes, even with the driver for three rubles !

Let thy wife eats sweets ,
Boca wide their rears !
Perhaps God is one listen to me ,
Perhaps one God forgive her ...