If only vodka was just for one man,
How fantastic, one alone!
But drinking’s always just for a three,
But smoking’s always just for two, see,
What is for just one man?
For one man - a cradle and a gravestone.

From morning, and ’til morning,
They’d always sing songs loud,
On our block, but, vanishing,
Everyone just moved out

All directions, running
For long years, long-lasting.

And they say, that a wife is for one man,
Always been like that, you know.
But there has been a wife for two, see,
But there has been a wife for a three,
What is just for one man?
For one man - a cradle and a gravestone.

From morning, and ’til morning,
They’d always sing songs loud,
On our block, but, vanishing,
Everyone just moved out

All directions, running
For long years, long-lasting.

How many kids live in this here building,
How many kids in the one next door!
How many of my criminal songs sing,
How many still behind locked doors

All directions, running
For long years, long-lasting.