A woman wasn’t ever beaten by me
And it was for the first time
Now nothin’ in the world Could stop me from that
To the left, to the right,
I always slap ’em in faces

But how it went out that a gentleman,
A fighter with violence
So cruel I was And at that moment,
If you desire,
You can call me a bastard.

Let me tell you, I didn’t betray her,
Oh, God, for the three whole days.
I even bought her the perfume she needed.
Very expensive
She was, she was, she was

But she had a lover,
His name was Golubev Slava.
He presented the Perfume already to her.
To the left, to the right,
Smiled my rabble with slight.

I was cruel and hot-tempered I was,
The claims I offered briefly.
Told her that Slava was cruelly killed
And she was exactly
The next victim in queue.

Shakin’ I came up Closely to her
With my chatterin’ teeth.
And with my clenchin’ fists
To the left, to the right
I bit her properly

And now all the rabbles are Frightened by me
And it’s painful to me
That’s why I always
Bit furiously
But I can’t bit them all.