ой, дуся, ой, маруся

I won't mess around, won't whiten
I won't curl my hair
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
I won't curl my hair
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
I won't curl my hair

I won't be familiar with my darling
Won't call him darling
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
Won't call him darling
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
Won't call him darling

I know ninety songs
I'll sing them all in one evening
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
Oh, I'll sing them all in one evening
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
Oh, I'll sing them all in one evening

In every song, three words
I love you, my dear!
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
Oh, I love you, my dear!
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
Oh, I love you, my dear!

My voice is hoarse
And who's to blame for that
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
And who's to blame for that
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
And who's to blame for that

My dear is to blame
He walked in the cold with me
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
He walked in the cold with me
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
He walked in the cold with me

My dear betrayed me
And I got tipsy
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
And I got tipsy
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
And I got tipsy

Passed by the windows sideways
And I liked it again
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
And I liked it again
Oh, Dusya, Oh, Marusya
And I liked it again