I was so sincere
Being calm and unruffled,
But some jerk would appear -
And I’d kick up a scuffle.

In my songs there are all kinds of sinners:
Thieves and drunkards and hoods. What a shame!
No poster of popular singers
Carries my half-prohibited name.
But I don’t regret it...

I was so sincere
In my wish to be trusted
But some jerk would appear
And with him I’d get plastered.

All my life I was led and directed
By the faith in my people and land,
But my monument won’t be erected
In some square or park in the end.
But I don’t regret it...

Though I was sincre
Bringing my life to reason,
Cops would always appear
Sending me back to prison.

My tough life is a life of a scapegrace,
But at least it is honest and bold.
Yet, I’m sure that no newspapers
Will announce my death to the world.
But I don’t regret it...

 
 
 
 

I am tortured and shattered and splinted
By my weird, ridiculous fate.
And my profile will never be minted
On the coins as the emblem of State!
But I don’t regret it...