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!