Well, how can I begin
 To tell the story of my Murka, my darling.
 To tell the frightful story
 As she's lived and died,
 Now I'll make my mind!
 Now I'll tell the story
 How this all has happened
 Murka was a nice of juice - that's right.
 And in our district
 Everybody missed her,
 When she was arrested late at night.
 Once we went on business,
 Me and Rabinovich
 And we drove to nearest restaurant hall;
 There's she was sitting
 With the Tomy "Bloody [bad word] 
 And she had a "Browning"
 Black and small.
 How do you do, my Murka,
 How do you do, my darling.
 How do you do, my Murka and good bye!
 You have sold forever
 All our malina
 And it is the reason, yo must die!
 Rabinovich fired, but instead of target
 It was me alittle who was shot.
 I was brought to doctor
 And Rabinovich, padlo
 Quickly took the girl
 To drink on spot.
 Blacky voronochek and my heart is crying.
 And my heart is crying in the night.
 On the dirty parkline,
 Where the people drink wine,
 Murka's body's lying
 Still, but fine.