Once again some girl is leaving me, leaving me,
Because I've got no money, not a ruble, not a ruble,
Because I've got no flat, and haven't got a car,
Because I don't know how to cook dinner.
When you've got no money, you don't get any love,
what a bitch, but c'est la vie.
Once again some girl is leaving me, leaving me,
Because I've got no money, not a ruble, not a ruble,
And in my group of friends, there's not one polite person,
and on top of all that, I dress like a dickhead.
When you've got no money, you don't get any love,
what a bitch, but c'est la vie.