- Oh, Vanya, take a look at that clowns!
I wish to sew strings on their mouth!
Oh, Vanya, they have very made up faces
And have voices of alcoholics

Vanya, am I wrong - this one is like
My brother-in-law, he’s very drunk too
I wish you take a look, I wish you take a look
Vanya, I say the truth!

- Zina, listen, do not touch brother-in-law
Even if he is bad he is our relation
You are made up on your own and smoke very much
If you don’t stop you’ll end up

Zina, better if you not talk so much
But go to shop in time of intermission
Well, do not want to go? Ok, I’ll be alone
Zina, move away!

- Oh, Vanya, take a look at that dwarfs!
They are dressed in jersey not in ñheviot
It is doubtful whether somebody can sew the same
On The 5th Garment Factory where I work

Vanya, I swear with God, you have
Friends that are like beggary
They start to drunk very early (in the morning)
This trash (means vodka)

- You are right, my friends don’t wear light nylon raincoats
But they don’t grab money from own family
And they drink trash to save money
And even if they drink early - they do it fro their own money

Zina, you did have
A friend that worked in factory where they make tires
He drank benzine
Zina, remember it!..

- Oh, Vanya, take a look at parrots!
No, I swear with God, I’ll cry(because of enjoy)!..
Who is that in short T-shirt?
Vanya, I want the same one.

Vanya, you should make for me
The same T-shirt in the end of the quarter -
Stop say your "leave alone", every time you say "leave alone"...
Vanya, it’s offensive!

- Better if you shut up -
I won’t get bonus in this quarter!
Who did write complaints for my work?
Didn’t you?! When I read it!

Zina, one point against this shirt
If you dress it up it will be shame for you
I’ll spend a lot of fabric to sew it
Zina, where’s money?..

- Oh, Vanya, I’m dying ’coz of acrobats!
Look at this brazen man that turns!
Comrade Satukov, our workshop’s chief
Jumped like this in club not long ago.

Ivan, every day you come from work
Eat and lay on sofa
Or we are bickering if you are not drunk...
Ivan, what’s wrong?

- Zina, do you want I become rude
Zina, do you want I feel hurt?
I do so many thing every day...
And when I come home - You sit here!

Zina, of course, all time
I want to go to shop
There are my friends, Zina
I can’t drink alone