In our circle none easily could get,
It’s me who brought him (ever since am sorry),
I brought him to keep company and said:
“He is with me; let’s drink and do not worry!”

He drank, the proper way, and looked enjoyed,
And seemed to be like we were, basked in glory...
The next day he betrayed us - all the joined, -
I was mistaken, good old boys, I’m sorry!

To follow the trial was unable,
And after it, - a barrack - cold and drear -
It seems night covers the entire gamble;
For sake of truth, - the night is always here.

I will preserve some strength at least awhile, -
He thinks the term forever will endure,
Too early he is sending his good-bye,
He is mistaken, know it for sure!

I don’t believe the night is once for all,
On day of reckoning, the life and the death matter,
I’ll ask the boys: “For there was my fault,
Let him for me, this time I should be better!”