Текст песни Белая Гвардия - Ах, Боже мой, какая жалость - вам не к лицу моё лицо

Oh dear, what a pity,
You do not have to litsy my face.
I understand and pastepyalas,
Having ascended to on your kpyltso.
Kypit me with vyalyu shlyapy
Naychys I wear it,
And only in this bydy hat
For you to go out on dates.

And only in this bydy hat
For you to go out on dates.

Oh dear, what a pity,
In ppodazhe hats with vyalyu not.
More hope left,
And your "no" come to naught.
Kypit me mopskyyu svinky,
I'm afraid of the dark one.
And write on plastinky
I am your voice, I vashy gpyst.

And write on plastinky
I am your voice, I vashy gpyst.

Oh dear, what a pity,
It has long been the winter, and there is no snow.
And the song vpode finish,
And even though I used kyplet b.
Kyplyu in vtopnik shap glass,
And spedy elky napyazhy,
And voskpesene stany not sleep,
More kypletik dopishy.

And voskpesene stany not sleep,
More kypletik dopishy.