Текст песни безголосый тугоух - Про Маринку

The bard ... lit up my sick soul.
No, I won't break your chord anymore.
Bard, the midnight bard is tormenting my heart again.
Oh, musician, how dare you take a guitar.
Your Spleen and Aria cannot be overcome by anyone.
I'm ready to hold you by the leg all night.
No, I'd rather crack your head with a bottle
Then I'll hide you in a sack in the tent.
And upon arrival I will not find peace,
I sit on the recorder, I write your voice.