Yesli b ya byl sultan, ya b imel tryokh zhyon,
I troynoy krasotoy byl by okruzhyon.
No s drugoy storony, pri takikh delakh,
Stolko bed i zabot, akh, spasi Allakh!
Neplokho ochen imet tri zheny,
No ochen plokho s drugoy storony!
Zulfiya moy khalat gladit u doski,
Shyot Gyuli, a Fatma shtopayet noski.
Tri zheny - krasota, shto ni govori,
No s drugoy storony - tyoshchi tozhe tri!
Neplokho ochen imet tri zheny,
No ochen plokho s drugoy storony!
Razreshit mne zhena kazhdaya po sto,
Itogo trista gramm - eto koye-chto!
No kogda "na brovyakh" prikhozhu domoy,
Mne skandal predstoit s kazhdoyu zhenoy!
Neplokho ochen imet tri zheny,
No ochen plokho s drugoy storony!
Kak byt nam, sultanam, yasnost tut nuzhna:
- Skolko zhyon v samyy raz? Tri ili odna?
Na vopros na takoy yest otvet prostoy:
Yesli b ya byl sultan - byl by kholostoy!
Neplokho ochen sovsem bez zheny,
Gorazdo luchshe s lyuboy storony!