Dina Verni - The Cigarette Butt (Окурочек)

Дина Верни исполняет песню Юза Алешковского "Окурочек". Translation (by MrBanbury, Youtube): From the white hell of Kolyma We were walking to the Zone in the freezing smoke, I noticed a cigarette butt with red lipstick And rushed out of the column to it. "Stop or I'll shoot!" exclaimed the guard A nasty dog ripped my thick coat Dear little guards, calm yourselves -- I'm already coming back. I haven't seen any birds for four years, But at last I've had some luck Oh little butt, maybe from a Tu-104 A wild wind swept you down to me. Both Kapalin who'd strangled his wife And an active homosexual Were sighing every step back to the zone They didn't take their eyes of the cigarette butt. Who are you carrying on with, bitch? Who are you sharing a fag with? You're couldn´t even get a ticket on the piss at Vnukovo Even to fly over my head. In your honour I fired round some booze, And treated everyone to French cognac But I felt drunk from how you had smoked "Number 3" with a gold rim at the end. I lost that butt at cards, I did, Although it was dearer than a thousand roubles Even here I just can't get any luck Cos of hankering after the queen of hearts. I lost my stash and my goods, Sugar for two years ahead. So I'm sitting on the bunks, hugging my knees, As I've got nothing to go to the line-up in. I went down for that cigarette butt Cursing no-one, blaming no-one The influential senior camp cons Respected my panache. I went to the hole with bare feet, Calm and quiet Like Christ, Ten days I painted with bloody lips The ends of my rollups. Scoundrel, on the outside you spent A million on glittering ladies Well yes -- I say -- Mr Overseer But there's just no need -- I say -- Mr Overseer To slap me round the chops.