| Unusual, unfamiliar | 
| I began to live without worries. | 
| The soul was kicked out of the house, | 
| Naturally, under the fence. | 
| The body has a place to sleep, what to eat, | 
| It only toils. | 
| Yes, because it is looking for a soul, | 
| Having fallen off their strong legs, | 
| Having fallen off their strong legs. | 
| The body goes to work | 
| Through rivers and bridges... | 
| The door is open - no one is there - | 
| The unfortunate trace has caught a cold. | 
| The body laments: "Fool, | 
| Well, why is her life not good ... | 
| Throw a cigarette butt into the night, | 
| stray soul, | 
| A restless soul." | 
| After all, there is no loneliness | 
| Name and patronymic, | 
| But, and on your shoulder | 
| So you want to snuggle... | 
| There is no loneliness | 
| Name and patronymic. | 
| But, and on your shoulder | 
| So you want to snuggle... | 
| And the soul, she would be glad | 
| Come back, no way... | 
| The house is boarded up, as it should, | 
| And closed with two locks. | 
| And she could, in general, | 
| Slip through the gap under the door, | 
| Only the proud do not grumble | 
| And do not burn someone else's candle. | 
| And do not burn someone else's candle. | 
| After all, there is no loneliness | 
| Name and patronymic, | 
| But, and on your shoulder | 
| So you want to snuggle... | 
| Not to fat, not to money... | 
| Having stirred up half the country, | 
| The body is losing weight day by day | 
| Disappearing without a soul. | 
| And she flies herself | 
| midnight owl, | 
| Often the body remembers | 
| And your green sofa. | 
| And your green sofa. | 
| After all, there is no loneliness | 
| Name and patronymic, | 
| But, and on your shoulder | 
| So you want to snuggle... | 
| Unusual, unfamiliar | 
| I began to live without worries. | 
| The soul was kicked out of the house, | 
| Naturally, under the fence. | 
| And it's so gray outside | 
| Yes, it would be better if I were hemmed ... | 
| Give the officer a drink | 
| Well, give the officer a drink, | 
| Well, just drink - without a soul, | 
| Just drink - without a soul. | 
| After all, there is no loneliness | 
| Name and patronymic, | 
| But, and on your shoulder | 
| So you want to snuggle... | 
| There is no loneliness | 
| Name and patronymic, | 
| But, and on your shoulder | 
| So you want to snuggle... |