Мурка (английская версия)

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 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 Then we dropped at newest restauranthall There s she was sitting with the Tommi bloody bastard And she had a browning black and small How do you do my Murka How do you my darling How do you do my Murka and goodbye You wos sold forever all our malina Sale dady reason you she die Rabinovich fired but he missed of target Me was that who made a little shot I wos brought to doctor and Rabinovich padla 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 parklines where the people drink wine Murka s body s lying still but fine