So many years, so many years
Always the same again:
There is no money, there are no women,
And that cannot be possible.

So many years I have stolen,
So many years I took pains, -
Instead to save together a capital,
Well and I - became a drunkard.

Neither house nor home
And an awful ugly man,
Neither friends - no bugger*,
And that cannot be possible..

Only vodka for three,
Only - spades as hearts...
All my pan-cakes are lumps,
And not only the first one.