А.Кортнев - Мурка (на английском) | Текст песни и Перевод на русский

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Now I tell the story how all this happened
Murka was the girl and girl allright.
And in our district everybody missed her
When she was arrested late at night.

Once we went on business, me and Rabinovich,
Then we dropped at nearest restaurant-hall.
There was Murka sitting with Tommy, bloody
bastard,
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 wonna-gonna 'cause we were alone,
{But} Suddenly a revenge came to mind.
In the dirty park-lines, where the people drink
wine,
Our lovely Murka, you shall die.

How do you do, my Murka? How do you do my
darling?
How do you do, my Murka, and goodbye...
You was sold forever all our malina
And it is a reason you must die.

Murka, you are my pussy-cat,
Murka, you are my dream, I said.
Murka, forgive me if you can,
I am your fanny man !

Rabinovich fired, but he missed of target.
Me was that who made a little shot.
I was brought to doctor, but 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.
In 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 !

Раз пошли на дело я и Рабинович
Рабинович выпить захотел,
Почему ж не выпить бедному еврею
Если у него не много дел

Рабинович стрельнул, стрельнул - промахнулся
И попал маненечко в меня
Я лежу в больнице, а Рабинович, стерва
На свободе пьет четыре дня (2 раза)

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