Мужа дома нету [Muzha doma netu] [English translation]

Oh, here we would drink, here we would celebrate,

Oh, in the guest room, here we would celebrate,

Here we celebrate, husband is not home,

Oh, in the guest toom, husband is not home

Husband is not home, but his passion is,

Oh, in the guest room, his passion is at home.

And his passion's at home, close to the cage on the wall,

Oh, in the guest room, close to the cage on the wall.

Close to the cage on the wall, on the crimson ribbon,

Oh, in the guest room, on the crimson ribbon.

On the crimson ribbon is a silk whip

Oh, in the guest room, a silk whip.

This silk whip was lost from it's place

Oh, in the guest room, lost from it's place.

Lost from it's place, swinging the whole night,

Oh, in the guest room, swinging the whole night.

Swinging the whole night over my white body

Oh, in the guest room, over my white body.

Over my white body, but I was not afraid

And I, I was not afraid.

And I was not afraid, getting dark like mud,

Oh, in the guest room, dark like mud.

Like poppy seed getting blue.

Oh mother, why you were born,

Why you were born, nothing to learn,

Only to stroll through markets

Stroll through markets, drinking vodka,

Vodka is vile — never means well,

Never means well, leads to a barn

And in barn there is a chaff bed, with a guy on it,

Big guy, nodding, blinking,

Blinking, nodding, giving you a coin,

Well, I am not picky, took this coin,

Got back to the market and bought some skirt.

Oh, here we would drink, here we would celebrate...

• Artist:Zventa Sventana
• Album:Мужа дома нету