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In the thiefal circles

All called her as Mary.

She was bold and powerful girl.

Even our gangsters

Were afraid this lady,

And her brigand’s life looked like a curl.

Ones we went to a plunder —

We were very thirsty,

And came in a restaurant in the end.

There was my Mary

Near the policemen,

And a pistol glittered in her hand.

That’s why we decided

To revenge her later

And decided just to go away.

In a nook of by-street

I met traitor Mary,

One of us was doomed to death to-day.

How are you, my Mary?

How are you, my darling?

Glad to meet you, darling, but bye-bye.

You’ve betrayed already

«Raspberry» of gangsters,

Now get your «olive» and don’t cry.