Red and green and violet,
Yellow, pink and lavender,
All these pretty things for you, dressing to the nines.
And if it’s something catchy,
It’s always new and flashy,
From you it’s only vodka and sometimes meager wines!

A wench that knew no limit,
A bitch by birth and spirit,
Many times I’ve asked you: "Have you had enough?"
And you were always steaming,
So healthy and unbeaten,
You gave me only vodka and suppressed a laugh.

You, tart, did bath in money
That from the skies were falling,
In banknotes, in gold-value, papers guaranteed.
But one time we got collared,
No matter what we offered,
All has disappeared like apple blossoms from the trees.

To hell with you in earnest,
With you and your cursed promise,
That you will wait for me for years, - I wish you really would.
To hell with you, dishonest,
And everything you caused us,
You now can live the way you want, I’m leaving you for good!