Full to the gills, I am full to the level;
Even my songs make me weary of late.
Wish I could be like a submarine vessel,
Sitting below, with no chance to locate!

One of my friends gave me vodka by a glassful.
One of my friends told me: "All this will pass."
He introduced me to Verka while parting:
"Verka should help you, while vodka will save."

None of them helped: neither Verka nor vodka.
Vodka caused headache, and Verka - too late!
Wish I could be like a submarine vessel,
Down on the bottom, no signals to send!

Full to the gills, I am full to the level;
Oh, I am tired of my songs and my plays.
Wish I could be like a submarine vessel,
Sitting below, with no chance to locate!