Текст песни Юрий Морфесси - Маруся отравилась

Life is so simple, extremely simple:
At the gate of the carriage of the Red Cross.
Maybe you want to know what happened there?
Short and clear: Maroussia was poisoned.

In the workshop, the poor thing was sewing on a typewriter
And she loved to remember about her childhood,
How in a distant field cornflowers tidied up,
From fragrant lilies she wove like wreaths.

Young Maroussia got to the factory
And, like a bird, it began to melt little by little.
In Alyosha, a harmonist, poor, fell in love,
Suffered for him, prayed for him.

And Alyosha wore golden curls,
He knew superbly urban songs.
How poor Marusa was not to fall in love,
Well, how could she not be poisoned by treason!

Fallen out of love Alyosha poor Marusya
And he started another - brand new Dusya.
And she, poor thing, was driven out of the factory
And then on Nevsky they often met like that

Here you have a picture of the bottom of our capital
Frightened faces appeared from above.
And Maroussia immediately changed dramatically.
There is no longer Maroussi, Maroussia was poisoned.