Текст песни Bakhyt-Compote - Romance of the dangers of smoking

Don't put out a cigarette on me, dear,
I'm already covered in blisters and scars,
and in powerless and evil anguish I curse
the day my mother met my father.

Damn the day when I'm over the knee
on the shining beach got you
and exclaimed: "Madam! You were woven from foam
and the subtlest rays of the most distant luminaries. "

That very night (oh how soon it all happened!)
without getting off each other, we began to smoke.
"Let me put out a cigarette on you,"
you asked and I said, "So be it."

Since then my life has become a trash heap
because I don't have the strength to fight you
and as soon as you and I get into bed,
you chirp slyly: "Let's smoke, dear?"

And I pray quietly: "Please, God,
tear off this evil gurza from me! "
And the cigarette butts sizzle and rip my skin
kicking a tear of blood out of my eyes.