We didn’t share you and didn’t fondle
As for we loved you - so, it’s behind
Valya, I keep your light image in my soul
And Alex pricked your image on his left breast side.

On that day we were parting at the station
I promised to remember you till death.
I said: "I won’t ever forget Valya!"
"Me even more", - Alex replied for that.

And now solve - for whom of us it’s harder
And for whom of us it’s worse - try to decide:
As for him - your profile’s pricked outside him
And as for me - my soul’s stung inside.

And when I’m so sick I wish to be beheaded
Don’t get insulted by my words, I beg you,
I ask Alex that he undo his long shirt
And for hours I look, I look at you.

But, recently, my good friend and comrade
Has overcome my trouble by the skill.
From Alex’s breast he copied out you
And he pricked your profile on my breast skin.

It’s embarassing to blacken friends, I know
But you’re closer and more intimate for me
’Cause my tattoo, well, ’cause your tattoo is
So much better and more beautiful than his.