Here I am again, lying under the sink,
And on my knees and foot in the ceiling ..
And this woman cannot understand in any way
That they put a siphon on her under Stalin.

Nothing lasts forever, give everything a replacement.
Well, where can I get strength with this lady ?!
Go buy it !, but that peas against the wall,
And I fall on my knees again.

And like a monk before communion,
I hit my forehead on the floor and yell: Sorry!
I am baptized with a key and further with new zeal
I am trying to find this siphon again.

And miracles! Yes, miracles do happen!
There is even a woman in her worries warms tea.
Siphon, like new, shine with sparkles
Kabalka glands. Live, don't be bored!

And I thought: it's not in vain, maybe ?,
(And these thoughts got into my heart)
That God will forgive and accept and help
For being on my knees all my life.