I am fed UP completely, I am full by now, I even began to get tired of songs. I wish I can go to the bottom like a submarine, So they wouldn’t take a bearing on me. A friend used to hand me a glass of vodka, A friend used to say that trouble will pass. A friend introduced me to a girl named Verka, Verka will help me, but vodka will save me. But nothing helped me: neither Verka nor vodka: The hangover from vodka, nothing from Verka, you see. I wish I can go to the bottom like a submarine, So they wouldn’t take a bearing on me. I am fed up completely and full completely, Oh, how I’m tired to sing and play! I wish I can go to the bottom like a submarine, And not hand over the longings as well.
© Nathan Mer. Translation, 1991