I’m fed up to my teeth and down to my core, I’ve even got tired of singing. Oh, to lie like a submarine on the sea floor So the enemy can’t get my bearing.         Vodka’s no help now and girls you can keep, For women I’ve no admiration. Oh, to lie like a submarine down in the deep And refuse to transmit my location. I’m fed up to my teeth and down to my core, I’ve had it with playing and drinking. Oh, to lie like a submarine on the sea floor So the enemy can’t get my bearing.
© Alice & Alexander Nakhimovsky. Translation, 1979