About our meeting - well what can I say?
I’d been waiting for it, like a natural disaster.
We moved in together straight away.
We weren’t scared - we couldn’t go faster.

I at once pulled you from your old crew
I dressed you, yanked you up off the floor,
But a long tail dragged behind you -
The long tail of your short amours.

I remember I beat up your friends
They weren’t what I call a mate.
Though maybe they weren’t all dead-ends;
Some of them might have been great.

What you asked, I’d do it in a flash for us.
Every night I made a wedding night.
For you I jumped under a bus,
But thank god I didn’t get it right.

If you’d waited for me that long year
When I got sent to "dacha" hell,
I’d have stolen the celestial sphere
And two gold Kremlin stars as well.

And I swear, I’ll be a bootlicking boy.
Won’t lie nor drink - and will forgive betrayal.
And I’ll give you the whole Bolshoi
And the Small Sports Arena without fail.

But right now I’m not ready to meet.
I’m scared of you, our intimacy
Like the Japanese fear a repeat
Of the Hiroshima tragedy.