| I come home in the dark | 
| and I keep my head under the tap | 
| About myself all the words, obscenely, | 
| I have tin in my head. | 
| I am now gray-haired at the temples | 
| beard like a boot | 
| They say poor thing to my eyes, | 
| behind the eyes they say the wounded. | 
| But how they walked!, and to laughter and to sin | 
| stood on the ears | 
| For myself and for everyone | 
| three girls per bed | 
| Let them lie in reserve | 
| pineapples in the trash | 
| Pineapple is not for us. | 
| I'm terribly polite now | 
| they are rude to me, I give seeds, | 
| And yesterday, who was rude to me, | 
| I would break that thread. | 
| I look at those I meet with timidity, | 
| and my clothes are torn, | 
| And yesterday I for the whole region, | 
| I bought cognacs in buckets. | 
| But what a walk! | 
| And to laughter and to sin. | 
| The fool was thrown. | 
| For myself and for everyone | 
| Everyone around was punished, but they inspired fear | 
| Everyone around was shown what scope is. | 
| I now think about the soul | 
| Her repentance is needed | 
| How can I atone for my foolishness, | 
| Maybe smoke some incense? | 
| I feel sorry for myself, | 
| Who are we on earth? | 
| Spots! | 
| Let's smoke our life, small | 
| And we'll crawl into it side by side. | 
| But how they walked!, and to laughter and to sin | 
| stood on the ears | 
| For myself and for everyone | 
| three girls per bed | 
| Let them lie in reserve | 
| pineapples in the trash | 
| What kind of fruit is a pineapple! | 
| But what a walk! | 
| And to laughter and to sin. | 
| The fool was thrown. | 
| For myself and for everyone | 
| Everyone around was punished, but they inspired fear | 
| Everyone around was shown what scope is. | 
| But what a walk! |