| I had nothing to do, I was dying of longing | 
| With a hangover, the blood pressed hard on my temples | 
| And there was nothing to hangover for - in the pocket of a golyak | 
| Neighbors don't let me either, even though I twisted them this way and that | 
| I climbed into the pantry, hoping to drive something | 
| I began to delve into my trash, not to die from a hangover | 
| I caught my eye on an old dirty sweaty sock | 
| And in it I found an old, previously stashed piece | 
| Why, dear, did I squeeze you in before inflation? | 
| Why did he keep you in a sock? | 
| Yes, it would be better if I drank hard for a week at the expense of you, | 
| But I actually forgot about you! | 
| I used to load big bags for you | 
| I dug graves and trenches for you for days | 
| I didn’t eat, I didn’t drink, for which I grabbed an ulcer | 
| I didn't buy anything for you, damn it, for myself, damn it! | 
| Why, dear, did I squeeze you in before inflation? | 
| Why did he keep you in a sock? | 
| Yes, it would be better if I had a famous party with you and my friends, | 
| But I actually forgot about you! | 
| Out of anger, I hit my already sore head | 
| Out of anger, I bit off all the buttons on my sleeve | 
| Now you can only wipe something | 
| Now you can be twisted with a tube and lifted somewhere | 
| Why, dear, did I squeeze you in before inflation? | 
| Why did he keep you in a sock?! | 
| Yes, it would be better if I took a dude to a restaurant with you, | 
| But I actually forgot about you! | 
| Why, dear, did I squeeze you in before inflation? | 
| Why did he keep you in a sock?! | 
| Yes, it would be better if I took a dude to a restaurant with you, | 
| But I actually forgot about you! |