Текст песни Аркадий Северный - На Молдаванке музыка играет

Music plays in Moldavanka,
And Sonya-lyarva lies drunk.
Some kind of pin pours her vodka
And to this motive he says to her:

"I can't call you my beloved, -
The pages of a terrible tale have been read,
How often have I looked into your eyes
In which the sea of ​​lies and the abyss of caress.

I cannot forgive and forget you
Your betrayals in other people's beds with just anyone.
I realized late: you cannot be different,
That you robbed my soul in old age.

You took off in a black Volga tonight,
But not in a taxi - but in the one with numbers with zeros.
You have long been indifferent to where to fall
How indifferent was everything that was between us.

And the day before you slept with a cop, -
With one of those guarding the zone.
And your thoughts were not about
That you despised the laws of conscience.

There are no thieves "in law" in our time for a long time,
Yes, and we are familiar with the vendetta by hearsay,
But I swear that if it was given to me, -
I would have sentenced you to the tower without pity! "