Still it’s disappointing if you had left off
And your mate has ratted, rotter, unexpected-of!
On the scrap, the former stuff, my mate Sashok has told, -
Cops in uniform and civvies, a black car on the road.

See you later, Tania, but no, we cannot wed!
See you later, Tania, with me do not be mad.
Still it’s disappointing, like a bird in cage,
To waste without use at all a quarter of an age!

The beak declared in the court:
- Twenty five! Take care!
Formerly I’d tear a throat
For such a foul affair,
But now I with insult bear
And do not show the air,
If I meet Sashok again -
will maim to pay the fare!

See you later, Tania, but no, we cannot wed!
See you later, Tania, with me do not be mad.
Still it’s disappointing, like a bird in cage,
To waste without use at all a quarter of an age!