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, donít be angry if you can! Still it irks and bothers - pretty much in vain! - That my lifeís whole quarter goes right down the drain! At the trial said the judge: "Twenty-five! Till later!" Iíd 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, donít be angry if you can! Still it irks and bothers - pretty much in vain! - That my lifeís whole quarter goes right down the drain!
© Kirill Tolmachev. Translation, 2022