Текст песни Михаил Шуфутинский - А на последнюю, да на пятёрочку...

And on the last yes to pyaterochku
I'll buy three horses,
And I'll give the coachman for vodka:
Eh, drive, brother, quickly!

Someone is not, something is a pity,
Somewhere the heart rushes into the distance ...
And in vain, boy, you walk,
And in vain you beat your feet,
A kiss you will not get,
Oh, go home barefoot!

Aye, where are you black horses?
Oh, blow me you
There, where the girls are young
And the nights are full of fire!

Come on, brother, let's go to the Yar,
His longing you to drive away,
Yes, take your guitar -
We will sing-walk all night!

I'll tell you a secret:
Whom I love, there's no one here ...
I'll tell you a secret:
Whom I love, he will be mine!