Пышная жизнь

I was wrong
I was wrong
I was wrong
Ah yes! 
I was wrong
Again,
I was wrong
The girls I knew had sad and sullen grey faces.
With distant [bad word] traces,
That used to be there you could see where they'd been washed away,
By too many through the day
Twelve o'clock tales.
Romance is mush,
Stifling those who strive.
I'll live a lush life.
I was wrong
I was wrong
I was wrong
Ah yes! 
I was wrong
Again,
I was wrong