Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Ох и стерва ты, Маруся

Oh and bitch you, Maroussia, well, bitch!
The third year I, bastard, get on my nerves.
I'm tired of explaining to you
Even cats in the yard are afraid of you.

Whatever morning - you smear everything in the kitchen,
Like a circus horse - all in the plume;
You haven’t heard such a word.
I would have killed you a long time ago, but not enough money.

And you squeezed my mom from the light,
I would kill you long ago, but there is no money.
And mother is a pure angel and only
I managed to live with you so much!

Oh, you glorified creature among the people,
Koresha do not go to watch football.
And there are rumors throughout the neighborhood
That your friends, Manya, sluts.

Oh and bitch you, Maroussia, well, bitch!
But I’ll bury you first, believe me!
And bury on the far side
So that even after death you do not smell of me.