I knew that all carousals Would never do me good All the more that all around There are a lot of pretty girls
Oh god! How could that happen? Tell me! That it is a lie How? Can I all this set right now? You are pregnant!
I didn’t even know your name And saw you for the first time What the hell I found in you? This fucking alcohol is to blame
What am I to do now? I feel my life is ended! What did I think of that night? This fucking alcohol is to blame.
But there are a lot of ways How to get out of this scrape I can marry you Or simply run away Can shift the blame onto my friend Or just accept the situation But I can’t escape эскейп That I’ll become a dad