Please, check my translation :)

Hi, guys!
I'm begging you, please check the translation below and tell me if there any sense or grammar mistakes. I am working on english variant of one rather good russian song about gangster Benjamin "Bugsy" Siegel, but we don't have any native speakers among my friends. So here it is:

Good Bye, Bugsy Siegel, the bloody playboy,
The master of racket and kill,
You're gonna be a victim of beauty and ploy -
The actress Virginia Hill.
She's smoking and smiling only at you
With barely perceptible winking.
You don't want to ask her. The question's undue.
Why is she named Flamingo?

Inhale her aroma! No time for a cog!
She makes you forget who you are,
You look like a wolf but you whine like a dog
Dreading to part from your star.
She drinks whiskey slowly, she hates underwear,
Her love is so sweet, but it's stinging.
You like it so much and you don't want to share
The charming and vicious Flamingo.

You've asked for the money to build paradise
Of passion for gambling and love.
You've got it! No limits! Enjoy such a trice!
No problems! You know, You're above.
"Las Vegas, Nevada" in everyone's mind
With poker, the roulette and bingo.
But million bucks are in swiss bank behind
Accounts of a certain "Flamingo".

Kind of reward you would like to obtain-
Wild butterfly caught in your net.
But gangsters - your lenders torment you again
Demanding your ill-fated dept.
You've lost all your pals, noone's left on your side,
Your phone has forgotten its ringing.
And all your emotions... It's so hard to hide
Them in shadows of wings of Flamingo.

What a sultry night it was in Beverly Hills! But he hadn't begun to open windows, he roamed about her house, opened her wardrobes breathing her dresses aroma in, he turned over pages of thick photoalbums - and he gradually understood, that he was losing his wits. Then he tried to distract his mind to something. But neither newspapers, nor cigars, nor whiskey could drive his anguish touching his heart away. Suddenly he remembered, that messenger has brought his another screen test. He wanted to be an actor! He thought, that if he were an actor, she would love him more! He loaded the tape in projector and fixed his eyes on a black-white screen... But in a minute over again every his thought was only about her. He even hadn't immediately noticed that somebody was knocking at the window. Against his will he got up from a chair and made his way to a cold glass. Step... Another one... And little lead stinkers started to make holes in him like a sewing machine. Did he have a time to understand anything or to think of anything? If he did, he thought of her. Flamingo flew away... Farewell, Bugsy!

Frank's sitting on sofa with blood stains on it.
He's pouring champagne in her glass.
Sinatra is gallant. He's showing his wit
Speaking of the people who passed.
A blonde is beside him. She looks very nice
Undressed for this drunk famous singer.
Just look in her sparkle and covetous eyes,
Your death has a gait of Flamingo...

If someone knows Russian too, here is original text by Kirill Suhomlinov: http://rify.ru/texts/flamingo.html

You can listen to russian variant here: http://rify.ru/music.html (the second row - (live!) if you need to know, how it should be sung.

Guys, anyone?