I was mixed up with a bad company
I can be frank and candid - be:
Last name, first, my whole biography
They knew too well in KGB.
I was the star of our neighborhood.
The whole street loved me like a son.
I knew I was under a microscope,
But still I did not give a darn.
I felt as one amongst the burG-LARS
Among pickpockets - just as well.
Big boss, the Major-Sergeant Gullivers
Because of me did not sleep well.
I never in my life did agonize,
But neither did I miss the loot.
One gloomy day a stoolpigeon did rise
He "spilled the beans" - I got "the boot".
Detective was a very pleasant one,
But he did summon me to "chat".
I answered him with all my gentleness,
But told him little more than that:
"No murdered souls are on my rep-sheet!
And never did I tempt the fates.
Slept like a baby under satin sheets,
Dreaming - you, PIGS, have cozy graves!"
But my thick file had not been dismissed
They read aloud the harsh sentence
The verdict punched me like a closed fist.
Plus five more years for repentance
My lawyer tried to get me off scot-free
Just ícause Iím such a funny guy.
But prosecutor was so harsh with me
I do not think he had the right!
My starís not glowing like it used to do
Iím duller than a dusty shoe
Why be a star of a society,
When stars are all "given the boot"?