The Trolls - Mistrz I Małgorzata

I met her in a nightclub
In lousy bar, the worst of all bars
Quite pretty and quite lovable -
This is a completely real story
I remember whiles, when I was drowning in Your eyes,
When she cured my hangovers with broth
How could I know it's all a lie and farce?!
So pack Your bags and fuck off to Mars!

I rue the time, when I used to hold Your hands
When I gave You my heart on a fork
Now, every day, colours of my life are brighter,
Cause only buddies will stay here forever!
No one respects You, You can't get around it,
Another sucker will be enchanted with these eyes
Then, he should follow my footsteps -
Your every word is poisoned with venom!

For trampled heart, wasted whiles
For all this time, when I was so naive
For the things I believed in, and now I don't care anymore
Only the master was left, she dissapeared... the Margarita*!

Someday years will pass, You will never forget
You will regret, You will keep erring
There will be no more chance, so keep away
This time, You will be the one to hear... "GET THE FUCK OUT"!

*Wiem, angielski odpowiednik to Margaret, ale nawet w oficjalnym angielskim przekładzie powieści Michaiła Bułhakowa to imię zapisywane jest w taki sposób