Украсть вино, пока не пить.
Бедный вор входит в магазин,
Который сидит красивая и опасная
Эта женщина вызывает ропот:
Не все, что вы хотите, у вас есть, с моими собственными рецептами?
Разве я не получу?
Кольца, ожерелья, и халат, тысячи -
Почему бы вам не купить мой счет?
Радуйся, Murmurella, моя красавица, прощай,
Прощай, я буду видеть вас сейчас не время, чтобы прибыть!
В настоящее время в центре смертельной продажи дартс,
Коварная - увы! - Принять.
Now I tell the story, how this all has happened.
Murka was the nice of juice that's right.
And in our district everybody missed her,
When she was arrested late at night.
Once we went on buisness, me and Rabinovich,
And we dropped at nearest restaurant-hall,
There she was sitting with Tommy Bloody-Bester
And she had the browing black and small
How do you do my Murka, how do you do my darling,
How do you do my darling and good bye,
You have sold forever all our "malina"
And it is the reason you must die
Rabinovich fired but instead of target
Me it was a little who was shot,
I was brought to doctor and Rabinovich "padla"
Quickly took the girl to drink on spot.
И еще вариант:
Now I tell the story how all this happened
Murka was the girl and girl allright.
And in our district everybody missed her
When she was arrested late at night.
Once we went on business, me and Rabinovich,
Then we dropped at nearest restaurant-hall.
There was Murka sitting with Tommy, bloody
bastard,
And she had a brouning, black and small.
Murka, you are my pussy-cat,
Murka, you are my dream, I said.
Murka, forgive me if you can,
I am your ... man !
First we wonna-gonna 'cause we were alone,
{But} Suddenly a revenge came to mind.
In the dirty park-lines, where the people drink
wine,
Our lovely Murka, you shall die.
How do you do, my Murka? How do you do my
darling?
How do you do, my Murka, and goodbye...
You was sold forever all our malina
And it is a reason you must die.
Murka, you are my pussy-cat,
Murka, you are my dream, I said.
Murka, forgive me if you can,
I am your ... man !
Rabinovich fired, but he missed of target.
Me was that who made a little shot.
I was brought to doctor, but Rabinovich, sterva,
Quickly took the girl to drink on spot.
Blacky voronochek, and my heart is crying,
And my heart is crying in the night.
In the dirty park-lines where the people drink wine
Murka's body lying still but fine...
Murka, you are my pussy-cat,
Murka, you are my dream, I said.
Murka, forgive me if you can,
I am your ... man !
Сейчас, сейчас
Навальноид. »
Ante rapiendum vinum est bibendum.
Intrat in tabernam miser fur,
Qua sedet formosa et perniciosa
Mulier hoc provocans murmur:
Nonne, quidquid velis, habes, mea felis?
Numquid non a me accepisti?
Anulum, monile, tunicarum mille —
Quid non meo sumptu emisti?
Salve, Murmurella, mea bella, vale,
Vale, non te iam videbo cras!
Nunc in cor venale iaculum mortale,
Perfida — eheu! — accipias.