I was told by my buddies of one wonderful bargain - There are not any streetlights where the city lines end. If it works, Iíll be rolling in the money, for certain; Iíll provide for yours truly, and of course, for my friends. But at twelve in the night folks are willing to sleep, For they all have to work in the morning, - Iíll back out of the deal, I donít want to be cheap, I wonít venture to steal when theyíre yawning! I was told by my buddies itís the home of a singer; Sheís got many a diamond, silver, gold and some cash. The whole job will be quiet, and the risk canít be meager, And, of course, when itís over, to the racetrack weíll dash. But at twelve in the night folks are willing to sleep, Singers too will get up in the morning, I donít like this ordeal, I donít want to be cheap, I wonít venture to steal when sheís yawning! But my friend was still raving: "Thereís a nest egg, her savings." "That is highly unlikely - for our singers arenít rich!" "But she has a full colonel - it is true, heís her only!" He convinced me, the bastard, with this final sale pitch. But at twelve in the night folks are willing to sleep, For they all have to work in the morning, - Iíll back out of the deal, I donít want to be cheap, I wonít venture to steal when theyíre yawning! I was telling my buddy: she is not in the money: All her diamonds are phony, and the colonel has left. And regarding this singer - a three-centuries senior - I cannot ask forgiveness for disturbing her rest! But at twelve in the night folks are willing to sleep, For they all have to work in the morning, - Iíll back out of the deal, I donít want to be cheap, I wonít venture to steal when theyíre yawning!
© Kirill Tolmachev. Translation, 2023