1. I don't know what's happened with me,
I don't know why I've got a mood of depression.
Where is my friends and girl?
They're scattered in all directions.
2. 'bout my girl: all people said
That she radiant with youth and beauty.
She's a pretty girl but she is the dirty sole.
She is so dirty.
R. Well, I know they are betrayed me,
They are hypocritical persons,
Weak creatures, mercenaries,
Get out off my sight.
R. Well, I know they are betrayed me,
They are hypocritical persons,
Weak creatures, mercenaries,
Get out off my sight.
3. Look at 'em how they're running away from me -
Like the devil from incense.
Well-well, get out.
What a pretty story! Make your business.
© 20 сентября 1988 г.Москва |