He said to us: "Sheís mine at last!" "You must be joking, pal, you must be joking! Get lost, you punk, You are too drunk, Youíre now provoking, pal, you are provoking!" "It matters not for me!" he then exclaimed, "Get in the cab, enough of this car idling! And let the meter tick - itís all the same - One has to pay when he has finished riding." I wonít feel bad For such a lad. "Get out of harmís way!" was my only answer. He comes to me, Of her he speaks. "Donít say a word, donít say a word, you bastard!" The blood and wine rushed quickly to my head, And so I quietly said to him, while smiling: "itís all the same, it waits for us ahead - One has to pay when he has finished riding." Iím deaf to tears, Iím deaf to pleas, Iím in the mood, Iím in the mood for malice! And if you want, Or if you donít, You pay your balance, friend, you pay your balance. Life flashes like a silent film again, But I feel great today, I feel like laughing. The meter ticks and ticks - itís all the same - One has to pay when he has finished riding.
© Kirill Tolmachev. Translation, 2022