Счетчик [Schetchik] [English translation]

He said to us over and over again: "She is mine!"

Yes you are making me laugh, my friend, yes you are making me laugh!"

Go away lad, - you are awfully drunk, -

But then you run up against, my friend, look you run up against!"

But he shouted: "Now I don't care!

Get into the taxi-cab - let's take a ride!

May the meter click - it doesn't make a difference

At the end of the way one has to pay."

I am not sorry for such chaps.

"Leave sin alone!" - I repeat again.

And he - to me, and always - about her ...

"And now - no word, my friend, look no word!"

With the wine got my blood into the temples -

And continuously smiling,

I told him softly "No matter whatsoever

At the end of the way one has to pay!"

For tears and requests I am deaf -

I desire to fight, oh how do I desire it!

Either if you want to, my friend, or if you don't want to, my friend, -

Pay the expenses, pay the expenses!

And life flashes by, like a silent film, -

I feel well, I want to smile, -

And the meter - clicks and clicks - yes never mind

At the end of the way one has to pay.

• Artist:Vladimir Vysotsky