Михаил Круг — Девочка-Пай

You had so much desire in you, And the moon shone above us, When, coming to a date while we were courting, I gave you roses as a gift. You seemed so serious, You shook your head in reply, When I said I'd taken those roses From a kiosk on Pervaya Yamskaya.

How warm it was, what brought us together, Sweetheart, a thief and a hoodlum by your side. There's no one like you in our Tver, Not even among the downtown girls, Sweetheart, don't be sad, don't be lonely.

I lost my swagger a little later, I tied up loose ends in my business, And our precinct cop, that cop's mug, Suddenly dropped by your home. Like a portrait artist on Trekhsvyatskaya He "sketched" the two of us together. He pressed that you'd become a barroom whore, And ate half a cake with his tea.

How warm it was, what brought us together, Sweetheart, a thief and a hoodlum by your side. There's no one like you in our Tver, Not even among the downtown girls, Sweetheart, don't be sad, don't be lonely.

A noisy sheep of a mother, Shaking her guts like a duck, Walked you down our street, Daddy brought a groom for you. But one evening in the entryway I sidled up to him a bit. He was carrying roses for you, and I landed on him With all my heart — a left hook.

How warm it was, what brought us together, Sweetheart, a thief and a hoodlum by your side. There's no one like you in our Tver, Not even among the downtown girls, Sweetheart, they've taken me — don't be lonely.