Iím fed up to my teeth and down to my core, Iíve even got tired of singing. Oh, to lie like a submarine on the sea floor So the enemy canít get my bearing.         Vodkaís no help now and girls you can keep, For women Iíve no admiration. Oh, to lie like a submarine down in the deep And refuse to transmit my location. Iím fed up to my teeth and down to my core, Iíve had it with playing and drinking. Oh, to lie like a submarine on the sea floor So the enemy canít get my bearing.
© Alice & Alexander Nakhimovsky. Translation, 1979