Bomzh

Homeless Guy

Bomzh

I’m digging through the trash, like a little worm.Ya kopayusʹ na pomoyke, kak chervyak.
My life’s been a mess since I was born.S detstva zhiznʹ moya naperekosyak.
A sewer grate - that’s my door,Kanalizatsionnyy lyuk - moya dverʹ,
But I’m happy in my own way, for sure.No ya schastliv po-svoyemu, poverʹ.
Twenty years ago, my home burned down.Dvadtsatʹ let nazad sgorel rodnoy moy dom.
Documents, money - all turned to ash now.Dokumenty, denʹgi - vse sgorelo v nem.
And now I’m picking up the pieces from twenty years -I teperʹ ya pobirayusʹ dvadtsatʹ let -
Who needs an old, useless guy like me here?Komu nuzhen staryy, nikudyshnyy ded.

And I’ll take a drag, inhale that bitter smoke,A ya bychok podnimu, gorʹkiy dym zatyanu,
I’ll have a puff and crawl back home.Pokuryu i polezu domo-oy.
Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m living just fine,Ne zhaleyte menya, ya prekrasno zhivu,
Just sometimes I get hungry, that’s all on my mind.Tolʹko kushatʹ okhota poroy.
And I’ll take a drag, inhale that bitter smoke,A ya bychok podnimu, gorʹkiy dym zatyanu,
Open the grate, and crawl back home.Lyuk otkroyu, polezu domo-oy.
Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m living just fine,Ne zhaleyte menya, ya prekrasno zhivu,
Just sometimes I get hungry, that’s all on my mind.Tolʹko kushatʹ okhota poroy.

Hey, you guys, when you’re done with your wine,Ey, rebyata, kak dopʹyete vy vino,
Leave the bottles behind, I’ll be just fine.Mne butylki vy ostavʹte za odno.
Have a heart for this poor homeless guy.Pozhaleyte vy neschastnogo bomzhu.
I’ll stash them in my bag, no need to be shy.Ya ikh v sumku akkuratno polozhu.
I’ll take them tomorrow to the recycling place.Otnesu ya zavtra ikh v priyemnyy punkt.
They’ll give me 60 cents, that’s my saving grace.Mne za nikh 60 kopeyek otdadut.
I’ll buy a loaf of bread and some cheese,Ya kuplyu bukhanku khleba i syrok,
So I don’t starve and end up on my knees.Chtoby s golodu ne protyanutʹ mne nog.

And I’ll take a drag, inhale that bitter smoke,A ya bychok podnimu, gorʹkiy dym zatyanu,
I’ll have a puff and crawl back home.Pokuryu i polezu domo-oy.
Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m living just fine,Ne zhaleyte menya, ya prekrasno zhivu,
Just sometimes I get hungry, that’s all on my mind.Tolʹko kushatʹ okhota poroy.
And I’ll take a drag, inhale that bitter smoke,A ya bychok podnimu, gorʹkiy dym zatyanu,
Open the grate, and crawl back home.Lyuk otkroyu, polezu domo-oy.
Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m living just fine,Ne zhaleyte menya, ya prekrasno zhivu,
Just sometimes I get hungry, that’s all on my mind.Tolʹko kushatʹ okhota poroy.

Oh, please, people, for Christ’s sake,Akh, podayte, lyudi, mne, radi Khrista.
Life’s been rough, I’m tired of this fate.Ne mila mne zhiznʹ, ya ot neye ustal.
Help me out, kind stranger, with a dime,Pomogi, prokhozhiy milyy, pyatakom,
I’m just a poor old guy, down on my time.Szhalʹsya nado mnoy, nad bednym starikom.
Oh, let me be, officer, I’m just a simple man.Akh, otpusti menya, tovarishch starshina.
I’m just a Soviet bum, not part of your plan.YA prostoy sovetskiy bomzh, a ne shpana.
I haven’t done anything wrong to anyone.YA ne sdelal vedʹ plokhogo nikomu.
So why do you treat me like I’m the scum?Tak za chto menya berete, ne poymu?

And I’ll take a drag, inhale that bitter smoke,A ya bychok podnimu, gorʹkiy dym zatyanu,
I’ll have a puff and crawl back home.Pokuryu i polezu domo-oy.
Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m living just fine,Ne zhaleyte menya, ya prekrasno zhivu,
Just sometimes I get hungry, that’s all on my mind.Tolʹko kushatʹ okhota poroy.
And I’ll take a drag, inhale that bitter smoke,A ya bychok podnimu, gorʹkiy dym zatyanu,
Open the grate, and crawl back home.Lyuk otkroyu, polezu domo-oy.
Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m living just fine,Ne zhaleyte menya, ya prekrasno zhivu,
Just sometimes I get hungry, that’s all on my mind.Tolʹko kushatʹ okhota poroy.