Sing, sing on a cursed guitar,
your fingers dance and bend.
You would choke in smoke and tar,
my only one and the last friend.
Don’t let your eyes be glued to gold
nor the silk that shines immensely.
In that woman happiness I sought
and found my ruin accidentally.
I wasn’t aware that a deep love
is a disaster, plague, an arrow!
It approached with a closed eye
and blew the mind of a fellow.
Sing, my friend, let the time reverse
bringing back our old dawn’s shine,
let other men be fed with caress
of surviving trash, a beautiful swine.
Please, stop, I won’t touch her!
Please, stop, I’m not cursing!
Let me sing about myself, mon cher
on the fat string that is sparkling.
The cube of my days shows clearly,
there is still ancient gold in soul.
Many maidens I kissed passionately
many women I squeezed and cajoled.
There is a vivid truth on earth
I saw it even with a child’s eye,
everyone licks a bitch on heat
all dogs lining and ready to fly.
Should I be jealous of her?
As a such, face shame and all?
Our life is a bed and cover!
Our life is a kiss and fall!
Sing, sing, let hands wave farewell -
a fatal blow will cause fatal end!
Listen, let them all go to hell,
I will never, never die, my friend!