I am delighted, the soul sings!
The opponents have died out,
And the subconscious surrenders
To generally accepted wisdoms.

But is our first record -
Really worn out?
Now, what shall we do, Marinka!
That’s life - unique, unique, unique!

My thirty-three - hanging on my neck,
I have taken down the record of Davis.
I want to perish for you in combat, in the trenches -
At the age of Christ.

And you alone are guilty
Of the births of your own children!
I love you with the love of a brother,
And maybe - even more!