Honestly, it bothers, when you called it quits,
And your buddy, bastard, sells you as it is.
For our fight that happened, Sashka told it all:
And two came to my doorstep and a black sweat box.

See you later, Tanya, or maybe - farewell!
See you later, Tanya, don’t be angry if you can!
Still it irks and bothers - pretty much in vain! -
That my life’s whole quarter goes right down the drain!

At the trial said the judge:
"Twenty-five! Till later!"
I’d have ripped his throat ajar
for such talks and language!
But today I have to bear it,
Acting as if in high spirit.
If I meet Sashók again,
He will be quite crippled!

See you later, Tanya, or maybe - farewell!
See you later, Tanya, don’t be angry if you can!
Still it irks and bothers - pretty much in vain! -
That my life’s whole quarter goes right down the drain!