Михаил Круг — Мадам

On a cold, wet evening I saw you under the arch, When along Ligovka with a friend I was riding on the tram. We needed luck for the job, I was already ready to bluff, I was shuffling a deck of cards, And you grabbed the queen of clubs.

You said you were alone, And tears ran down your cheeks, Unhappy and hungry, They'd set you up and framed you. And I said: "Let's go to my place" — Madam, madam, Padabadabadabadam, madam, Padabadabadabadam, madam.

How Ilya sewed you an outfit And took your measurements ten times, And Aunt Besya says: He chased girls on the sly afterward. But when you came to us, Shining with golden rings, Paris faded — out of place, And Filya Goltman — well done.

You said "merci" to us, And we clapped our hands, And then I asked you: "Do you know how much we spent?" And you replied: "I'll give it all back" — Madam, madam, Padabadabadabadam, madam, Padabadabadabadam, madam.

And we ripped off the squares, I didn't count the money at all, But then some time went by, I grew jealous of everyone around you. He in a velvet-collared coat And looking like Persian lamb fur, And you two decide: "Seryoga's a thief — let him sit in jail."

I remember how I loved you, And the tears on your cheeks, I remember, I haven't forgotten The bracelets on my arms. Your words: "I'll give it all back" — Madam, madam, Padabadabadabadam, madam, Padabadabadabadam, madam.

Thieves, alas, cannot love, For everyone has their own in life, But how easy it is to forget it all When you're drinking vodka with a pretty girl. And then trouble crept up on us — Madam, madam, Padabadabadabadam, madam, Padabadabadabadam, madam.