Forgetting business affairs and anxiety
And not the strength to retain,
So I like to stand by the wayside
Confusing latecoming passers-by.

"Citizen, grant me a cigarette!"
I don’t smoke. Excuse me for the present!"
And then I just simply without asking
I take away uncle’s shoulder-bag.

He feigned that already everything is forgotten,
Running half a hundred steps,
The uncle calls me a bandit,
A hoologan and that was the last I saw of him..

If however I met a woman -
I ask of her not something for smoking,
I tell her quite calmly,
That she has nowhere to hurry any more.

Forgetting business affairs and anxiety
And not the strength to retain,
So I like to stand by the wayside!
It only should be better, if I wouldn’t meet a woman!