Now I tell the story how this so held happened
Murka was the nice of juce that lright.
And in our district everybody missed her
When she was arrested late at night.
Once we went on business, me and Rabinovich,
And we dropped at nearest restaurant-hall.
There she was sitting with Tommy, bloody bastrad,
And she had a brouning, black and small.
Murka, you are my pussy-cat,
Murka, you are my dream, I said.
Murka, forgive me if you can,
I am your fanny man !
First we wanna gonna 'cause we were alone,
But suddenly a revenge came to mind.
On the dirty park-lines, where the people drink wine,
Our lovely Murka, you shoot die.
How do you do, my Murka? How do you do my darling?
How do you do, my Murka, and goodbye...
You have sold forever all our malina
So that is a reason you shoot die.
Rabinovich fired, but he missed of target.
It was me a little holed shot.
I was brought to doctor, and Rabinovich, sterva,
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 park-lines where the people drink wine
Murka's body lying still but fine...
Murka, you are my pussy-cat,
Murka, you are my dream, I said.
Murka, forgive me if you can,
I am your fanny man !
