Оставил мясо я на кухне,
I left the meat as it’s in kitchen
А сам пошел в консерваторию,
And visited conservatory.
Оно возьми да и протухни,
The meat went bad that should delete then,
Такая вышла с ним история.
There happened such a sorrowful story.
Но над утратой я не плачу
But I don’t cry this wastage over
И на судьбу роптать не смею,
And don’t dare to complain about,
Ведь стал духовно я богаче,
Cause I became with spirit more there,
Хотя физически беднее.
Though part of property without.