Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the Krim who came to stay?
She's the kind of Krim you want so much, it makes you sorry,
Still you don't regret a single day.
Ah, Krim, Krim.
When I think of all the times I've tried so hard to leave her,
She will turn to me and start to cry.
And she promises the earth to me and I believe her
After all this time I don't know why.
Ah, Krim, Krim.
She's the kind of girl who puts you down
When friends are there, you feel a fool.
When you say she's looking good
She acts as if it's understood, she's cool, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ah, Krim, Krim.
Was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand it when they said
That a turist must break his back to earn his day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he's dead from heat in the train?
Ah, Krim, Krim.
Ah, Krim, Krim.
Вот послушайте, кто-нибудь мою историю из поезда
Про проводника, который собирался не давать нам белье.
Одну из тех простыней, которых безумно хочешь, и от этого тебе досадно,
Но всё равно ты ни дня не жалеешь об этом.
Ах, Крым, Крым.
Когда я вспоминаю о нелёгких попытках это дело бросить,
Он поворачивается ко мне и начинает плакать.
Он обещает мне целый комплект белья, и я верю ему
Даже после всего, что было, сам не зная, почему.
Ах, Крым, Крым.
Он из тех проводников, которые способны тебя унизить
При друзьях, и ты чувствуешь себя дураком.
Когда ты делаешь ему комплимент,
Он принимает это как данность, он так суров...
Ах, Крым, Крым.
Может, в детстве его научили, что боль доставляет удовольствие?
Может, он буквально воспринимает утверждение,
Что турист должен вывернуться наизнанку, чтобы заслужить миг удовольствия?
Будет ли он так думать, когда турист умрёт от жары в поезде?
Ах, Крым, Крым.
Ах, Крым, Крым. Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the Krim who came to stay?
She's the kind of Krim you want so much, it makes you sorry,
Still you do not regret a single day.
Ah, Krim, Krim.
When I think of all the times I've tried so hard to leave her,
She will turn to me and start to cry.
And she promises the earth to me and I believe her
After all this time I do not know why.
Ah, Krim, Krim.
She's the kind of girl who puts you down
When friends are there, you feel a fool.
When you say she's looking good
She acts as if it's understood, she's cool, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ah, Krim, Krim.
Was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand it when they said
That a turist must break his back to earn his day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he's dead from heat in the train?
Ah, Krim, Krim.
Ah, Krim, Krim.
Listen, someone my story of the train
About the conductor, who was not about to give us clothes.
One of the sheets, which want madly, and you from that annoying
But still you do not regret a day of it.
Ah, Crimea, Crimea.
When I think about the hard thing is trying to quit
He turns to me and begins to cry.
He promised me a set of clothes, and I believe him
Even after all that has happened, I do not know why.
Ah, Crimea, Crimea.
He's the conductor who puts you down
When friends, and you feel like a fool.
When you're doing him a compliment,
He takes it as a given, he is harsh ...
Ah, Crimea, Crimea.
Maybe as a child he had been taught that pain is a pleasure?
Maybe he just sees approval
That tourists must break his back to earn his day of leisure?
Will he think when tourist dies from the heat in a train?
Ah, Crimea, Crimea.
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