I’m forgetting all worries and errands,
It’s so hard to get hold of myself:
For I love to stand next to the crossroads
And deprive passers-by of their wealth!

"Hey, my friend, can I borrow your ciggies?"
"I don’t smoke. Please excuse me, good-bye!"
And then I, without asking permission,
Simply pinch the wrist watch from this guy.

While pretending that all is forgotten,
And retreating for fifty more steps,
He will call me a vandal, a hoodlum,
Or a bandit, and that will be that.

But if I meet a woman while rambling,
I don’t ask for a smoke as before,
But I tell her politely and calmly:
She has nowhere to rush anymore.

I’m forgetting all worries and errands,
It’s so hard to get hold of myself:
Though I love to stand next to the crossroads,
It’d be best if no women were met!