I once strolled through the streets of Moscow,
Accidently hit two people in the face.
And for that I found myself in the precinct,
I saw my dream girl in that place.

I don’t know what she was doing there,
Maybe came to receive the passport. I’m not sure.
Young, blonde, very beautiful...
I decided to find out more about her.

I followed her and remembered her house;
What should I tell her? I’m a thief. Nothing more.
So I drank and invited the prettiest
To the restaurant by the river shore.

And the passers-by would all smile to her,
I looked at her and the stars in the sky!
Once when a person stood in my way...
I punched him out cause he gave her an eye.

I gave her the sandwiches with caviar,
Money flowed like the river and rain
I ordered such songs for her majesty,
And in the end I ordered "The Cranes"1.

 
 
 
 

I’d tell her that this life was a waste.
I felt sick and I thought she was nice,
But she just said: "I believe you, so
You can have me, just name the price."

So I hit her, the pretty white bird,
The blood boiled inside me that night.
I understood what she was doing in the precinct,
My dearest love at first sight.