Ох где был я вчера [Oh gde ja byl vchera] [English translation]

where was i last night?

no chance i will find.

some wallpaper on walls..

i remember it.. mostly..

the marie girl.. and some other whore

nevermind!

i made out with both

‘til i lost it

i woke up the next day

and i heard it at once

cursed the hostess, they say,

then all naked i danced

tried to frighten them all

spoke in verses and sang

and my father i called

a big general man

they say later i tore up my shirt

beat my chest

every one i annoyed

hurt some feelings

claimed they everyone sold me

or maybe betrayed

bothered them with my songs

through the evening

i stopped drinking sometime

guess i needed to rest

then on walls i poured wine

broke glasses in jest

opened windows, and more!

grabbed some china, you guessed,

threw it all on the floor

then.. my head hit a desk

no one dared with me, not a one

but later.. they surely rallied

all at once, laughing hard

forced me down, tied me up

just like that.. and no one cared

some just spat in my face

others forced me to drink

and some dancer, with grace,

hit me hard, but in sync

then, a beautiful widow,

faithful still to her man,

pity took on me, kiddo,

she said, make a stand

in the kitchen, my face nothing but bloody mess

i said, chill, no more trouble, you dorks

cut the ropes, you assassins, and i will confess

they untied me, right after they hid all the forks

there are no words

to describe the next scene

hands of mine became swords

strong i was like a fiend

i beastly turned red

like an animal wild

on windows i fed,

911 hosts dialed

as if sprayed hard by mace

bruises all dark and blue

no way to save face

what comes next, no clue

where was i last night?

no chance i will find.

yes! wallpaper on walls..

i remember it.. mostly..

if true is one third of what happened last night

there’s nothing to do but hide self from the sight

it was only that widow who made it all right

took some pity on me, said, come home, i invite

• Artist:Vladimir Vysotsky