Шмата [Shmata] [English translation]

Chorus:

All your letters are nothing but waste paper;

To me, you're not a girl but just a rag.

Your love is just a fake -- a knock-off;

And even if you jumped out the window, it wouldn't cause me any anguish.

I wrote billets-doux for you;

Even sent you a bag of candy once.

I bawled, squeaked and promised

That I hadn't given yet my heart to anyone.

hey hey hey hey hey

shovel it if you're stupid.

hey hey hey hey hey

here, take this.

[chorus]

All your letters ... you'e a rag.

All your letters ... you're just a rag.

While you're not yet back home from the army,

I told you, I won't fall in love with anyone.

I wrote down quotes by feminist chicks,

And ran off to Egypt with a basketball player.

hey hey hey hey hey,

shovel it if you're stupid.

hey hey hey hey hey,

here, take this.

[chorus]

By autumn, you'll finish your stint in the army and you'll be back home.

You'll find yourself a wonderful new girl

Who can't read or write,

And then you'll have less stuff to shovel...

[chorus]

All your letters ... you're a rag.

All your letters ... you're just a rag.

Rag, rag, rag...

...you're just a rag...

Rag, rag, rag...

...an ordinary rag...

Rag, rag, rag...

...a torn rag...

Rag, rag, rag...

yeah, yeah, yeah