Lyrics Борис Борисов - Как яблочко румян

Like an apple, blush,
 Dressed very lightly,
 Not that I'm very drunk-
 And the oar is endless.
 There is money - it bites;
 No money - it will cost,
 How could she laugh?
 "Come on them! .." - says,
 "Come on them! .." - says,
 "Here," he says, "it's fun!
 To her, I will die ...
 To her, I will die ...
 She'll die of laughter! "
 
 Staggering at night
 Yes, spending time on girls,
 He seems to be in debt
 I got used to it from the cradle.
 The police are threatening,
 He wants to hide in prison -
 And he is all laughing ...
 "Come on them! .." - says,
 "Come on them! .." - says,
 "Here," he says, "it's fun!
To her, I will die ...
To her, I will die ...
 She'll die of laughter! "
 
 I hid myself in the attic,
 Between heaven and earth;
 Whistles his fist
 May shine in the winter.
 He will not be upset,
 That the rain is pouring through the roof:
 It will get wet all over, it's shaking ...
 "Come on them! .." - says,
 "Come on them! .." - says,
 "Here," he says, "it's fun!
To her, I will die ...
To her, I will die ...
 She'll die of laughter! "
 
 At the young wife
 Rich outfits;
 They are focused on
 Ambiguous views.
 Zlooslovie does not spare,
 From gossip there is no release ...
 And he waved his hand ...
 "Come on them! .." - says,
 "Come on them! .." - says,
 "Here," he says, "it's fun!
To her, I will die ...
To her, I will die ...
 I'll die with laughter to her! "
 
 He was going to die,
 Paralysis broken;
 On a shabby bed
 Sits pop venerable
 And the poor promises
 Devils and hell are pitch ...
 And he, a sinner,
 "Come on them! .." - says,
 "Come on them! .." - says,
 "Here," he says, "it's fun!
To her, I will die ...
To her, I will die ...
 She'll die of laughter! "