There is nothing to say about our date.
I waited for her, like for the elementary miseries,
But we began to live together well,
Without fearing the pernicious consequences.

I, then, narrowed the circle of your acquaintances,
I gave them clothes, shoes, and got them out of dirt.
Bu, a long tail was dragging after you,
The longest tail of your brief connections.

Then, I remember, I would beat up your friends,
I felt so insecure among them.
Of course, there were some decent guys,
Like me, they had been intellectuals.

If you’d ask me for something, I’d do it right away.
I wanted to make each hour a nuptial night.
I used to jump under the train for you,
But thank God, I wasn’t that lucky.

And if you’d only wait for me that year,
When I was sent on my bad vacation,
I d steal for you the entire firmament,
And plus two Kremlin stars - an extra present.

And I swear - I’ll be the last nasty guy!
Don’t lie, don’t drink, and I’ll forgive your treason.
And I’ll present you with the Bolshoy Theater,
And also the Little Sports Arena.

But now I’m not prepared for our date;
I’m afraid of you, and of intimate nights,
Like the citizens of Japanese cities
Are afraid of another Hiroshima.