Текст песни элли на маковом поле - пей, моя девочка, это плохое вино.

Drink, my girl, drink, my dear,
This is a bad wine.
Both of us are poor, both dull,
We are not given happiness.

We were deceived, they entangled us with lies,
We were forced to love ...
Cunningly and subtly, so subtly confused,
Did not even let them forget!

We drank ourselves like crystal glasses
With light fragrant wine.
That's why my songs are sad,
That's why we are together.

Our hearts, like gloves, are worn out.
We need a lot of silence!
By someone's brutal hand we are thrown
In this big bed.