Sing-Sing [English translation]

Sing-Sing, that's how they call him

Because he has that bad look in his eye

He doesn't grow wheat, he carries a knife in his pocket

And I don't know why

Sing-Sing, I fell in love with him

He was my prince and he took me to the very bottom

All he does is sleeping in the day and gambling in the night

And I don't know what for

Well, am I not better than

All the other ladies, all the high-class women?

Why do you shout SOS when you see me?

SOS when you see me

Sing-Sing, he has three mates

It is bad luck to meet them on the street

They are too jumpy and they sin even in their sleep

And I don't know why

Sing-Sing, sometimes he asks me

To take a thing or two for safekeeping

I would take a few pennies for that and he holds a grudge

And I don't know why

Well, am I not better than...

Sing-Sing, suddenly he lost a lot of weight

And I can feel cold in his voice

He does not get good cards anymore, maybe he has someone

And I don't know why

Sing-Sing, oh my litle lark

Where have you lost your perfect charm?

What's in your dreams, what's your problem?

Tell me, tell me