You made plans for a date,
At six o'clock, it was all like a dream.
I spent the whole day ironing my outfit,
To look like a host of the program "Vzglyad."
I put on my jacket and tied my tie,
And elegantly combed my hair.
And while I was waiting for you and dreaming about love,
Some grey-winged pigeon crapped on me.
A pigeon, a pigeon, a-a-a!
Right from above, a-a-a!
On my head, a-a-a!
On my jacket, a-a-a!
I grabbed a brick and flung it into the pigeon,
But I didn't hit it - he suddenly slipped away,
I took out a mirror and didn't recognize myself,
With its droppings, the pigeon give me a greeting from above.
What a nightmare, what a bastard of a pigeon.
He sh*t on my beautiful outfit.
Stinking bird excrement dripped from my ears,
How can I appear before you now, 'cause I didn't expect:
A pigeon, a pigeon, a-a-a!
Right from above, a-a-a!
On my head, a-a-a!
On my jacket, a-a-a!
I hopped back at a gallop,
To wash my jacket, it stunk horribly.
After washing the sh*t from my ears I could only think of how,
We can't go to the movies, all thanks to some nasty little bird.
And you waited for me for a whole hour,
Cursing me, you went home in a vicious mood.
But I'm not guilty because that pigeon, the bastard,
Pooped on me from above, and was probably glad that:
Above me, above me, a-a-a!
Right from above, a-a-a!
On my head, a-a-a!
On my jacket, a-a-a!