I had forty surnames,
I had forty passports,
I was loved by forty woman,
I had two hundred foes.
But I don’t regret!

No matter how hard I tried,
No matter how hard I strived -
All the same, to have a feast fight,
Someone have always come by.

And though my road is long and weary,
And though I deserved a praise -
About me won’t be written obituary
On the corner of the paper’s last page.
But I don’t regret!

No matter how hard I strived,
No matter how hard I tried, -
Someone have always come by -
And together we drink through the night.

And though I believed in pure and fair -
For example, our Soviet state, -
They won’t erect for me a monument in the square
Somewhere at the Peter’s gate.
But I don’t regret!

No matter how hard I tried,
No matter how hard I strived -
Just the same I’m drunk every night,
Just the same I’m on downhill ride.

I’m writing the songs about dramas
And about pickpockets sad life, -
You won’t see me on the billboards
Of a popular pop stars that you like.
But I don’t regret!

No matter how hard I fought,
No matter how hard I strived -
I have always been caught -
And in prison spend half of my life.

All my life I get wounded and stabbed.
But apparently this is my fate, -
Just the same, they won’t mint my face
On the coins instead of an emblem.
But I don’t regret!