В Ростове, у рынка центрального

In Rostov at the central market
Usyadus I right in dust
That sounds sad motif
With my accordion flowed

I sing about a girl abandoned
Sad , such a good ...
And look into my mouth skewed
Georgians with a vague longing

Not pure profit heralds
Realize that profit to anything
Though rough women with mustaches
Bored waiting for them in the house

Realize that all life paid off
They for their craft
After all, happiness in the blue dress
They are gone forever

I 'm sad melody
And sadly shake my head
And zhizhoyu sweet watermelon
My butt glued to the pavement

Seek roulades sad
In my pockets copper pours
And bright sassy flies
Tend to fly into my mouth

And I kept a sharp watch for caps
When it is full
For your strong zdorovechko
I drink white wine