Текст песни Алексей Кортнев - Мурка

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'll 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
And we drove to nearest restaurant hall;
There's she was sitting
With the Tomy "Bloody Bastard"
And she had a "Browning"
Black and small.
How do you do, my Murka,
How do you do, my darling.
How do you do, my Murka and good bye!
You have sold forever
All our malina
And it is the reason, yo must die!
Rabinovich fired, but instead of target
It was me alittle who was shot.
I was brought to doctor
And Rabinovich, padlo
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 parkline,
Where the people drink wine,
Murka's body's lying
Still, but fine.