Weíd not fought to win you nor felt your embraces
But we loved you, though itís over now I guess.
Valya, carved upon my heart your darling face is -
But Leshaís got your features tattooed on his chest.
At the station that day when we separated,
I declared Iíd not forget you till I died.
"Iíll remember Valya all my life", I stated -
"Not as much as I will", Lesha then replied.
I donít know which of we two has suffered most while
Weíve been missing you - so, Valya, you decide:
As for him, his skinís been pricked to show your profile;
As for me, my soul is pierced deep inside.
When I feel so sick and downcast I canít take it -
Donít be angry, Valya, with these words of mine -
I make Lesha strip off till heís semi-naked
And I gaze at him for hours at a time.
But not long ago a friend set out to stop me
By artistic means from going through this hell -
Lesha modelled while my good pal made a copy
And tattooed your profile on my chest as well.
I donít speak ill of my friends but still the fact is
Youíre much nearer and much dearer to me as
My tattoo - or, rather, yours - is more attractive
And much better, Valya, than the one he has.