| All points are placed, everything is in place. | 
| Tomorrow is like a phrase, in just a few words. | 
| And you can have fun with a rhetorical question. | 
| But at dusk some gray shadow | 
| Inevitably crawls out of corners and crevices, | 
| Tormenting my soul with a cold sentence! | 
| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, yes, I am a well-fed pig! | 
| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, just a well-fed pig! | 
| I'm lying in a dirty puddle, but don't touch me, | 
| After all, this puddle is mine. | 
| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, yes, I am a well-fed pig, | 
| Just a well-fed pig, I'm lying in a dirty puddle, | 
| But don't touch me. | 
| Fat, lazy, gray cat | 
| Depravedly crawls on my knees. | 
| She's not exactly like you! | 
| And the bitterness of loss is a subjective whim; | 
| After all, if you don’t buy, you will definitely sell. | 
| I know I'm calm, everyone is like me! | 
| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, yes, I am a well-fed pig! | 
| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, just a well-fed pig! | 
| I'm lying in a dirty puddle, but don't touch me, | 
| After all, this puddle is mine. | 
| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, yes, I am a well-fed pig, | 
| Just a well-fed pig, I'm lying in a dirty puddle, | 
| But don't touch me. | 
| A well-fed pig, yes, I am a well-fed pig! | 
| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, just a well-fed pig! | 
| I'm lying in a dirty puddle, but don't touch me, | 
| After all, this puddle is mine. | 
| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, yes, I am a well-fed pig, | 
| Just a well-fed pig, I'm lying in a dirty puddle, | 
| But don't touch me. |