Текст песни Владимир Сысков - Борис СЛУЦКИЙ. Ключ

I had a room with a separate entrance,
I was a bachelor and lived alone.
Every time was hunting,
In this room I led familiar.
My companions lived with teschami
And with women like these tesch -
Too fat, too skinny,
Fatigue, common as rain.
Each year aging for a year,
Giving birth to children (sons and daughters)
Wives became symbols of the hardships,
Statue of shortages and queues.
My companions loved their wives.
They inquired more and more:
- What do not you get married? Oh, you, dude!
What do you know about family happiness?
My companions did not like women.
They liked the young girl with his hands,
With the eyes, in which, once absorbed,
Falling, falling like a stone.
And I was squeamish (you, of course, remember)
But silly questions not asked.
I just gave them the key to the room.
They asked, and I - gave.