Текст песни Маруся Митяева - Была я уличной певицей

Rain is knocking on my window
The worker creaks over the machine.
I was a street singer
And you were a princely son.

I sang about the fate of the villain
And from the gilded railing
You are not a ruble or a penny to me, -
You gave me a smile.

But the old prince recognized the idea:
He tore off the son of the Order
And he commanded the servant-footman
Drive the girl out of the yard.

And I got drunk that night!
But in a blissful world, Tom
I was a princely daughter
And you were a street singer!