Well, how can I begin
To tell the story of my Murka, my darling
To tell the frightful story
As she's lived and died
Now I'll make my mind!
Now I'll tell the story
How this all has happened
Murka was a nice of juice, that's right
And in our district
Everybody missed her
When she was arrested late at night
Once we went on business
Me and Rabinovich and me
And we drove to newest restaurant hall
There's she was sitting
With the Tony "Bloody Bastard"
And she had a browning black and small
How do you do, my Murka
How do you do, my darling
How do you do, my Murka and good bye
You have sold forever
All our malina
So that is the reason, you must die
Rabinovich fired, but instead of target
It was me a little who was shot
I was brought to doctor
And Rabinovich, padla
Quickly took the girl
To drink on spot
Blacky voronochek
And my heart is crying
And my heart is crying in the night
On the dirty parkline
Where the people drink wine
Murka's body's lying
Still, but fine!