| The stolen money was enough for a long time, | 
| The tavern has become the abode of our passions. | 
| We were wasting time to no avail | 
| Stocks of alcohol drowned the guests. | 
| I sat with a bottle among the stunned, | 
| Swollen, barely recognizable faces - | 
| Comrades drunk, alas, unable to | 
| That night to share two dissolute girls! | 
| Debauchery and chaos began, | 
| They brought wine and rum. | 
| Klaus fired the first shot | 
| Having made a hole in the side of Mute! | 
| Everything here, as if off the chain, | 
| Forgot that we are a team! | 
| The girls climbed under the tables | 
| Watching our gang shrink. | 
| Suddenly Oblique jumped up from his chair - | 
| Bullet-fool is to blame - | 
| He aimed the muzzle at Goose, | 
| And he shot his own brother! | 
| Everything here, as if off the chain, | 
| Forgot that we are a team! | 
| The girls climbed under the tables | 
| Watching our gang shrink. | 
| The thug jumped up sharply, | 
| Balbes bream received. | 
| But Klaus pulled out a knife, | 
| Shouted: Don't touch the boobie! | 
| He fired a scythe from a barrel, | 
| I foolishly finished off some. | 
| The thug closed the lid, | 
| He drowned Kosogo. | 
| Everything here, as if off the chain, | 
| Forgot that we are a team! | 
| The girls climbed under the tables | 
| Watching our gang shrink. | 
| Here everyone went crazy because of the women, | 
| Ordinary plush women. | 
| Killed each other - | 
| Sheep love to drink! |