Last night we discovered
News that sounded an alarm.
Last night someone uttered
That Alyosha bought the farm.

That is so unsetting!
He told Nadia he was slick,
Promised her a wedding
And a party for a week.

She won’t get a liking
Of their happy married life,
’Cause he started fighting,
Ran right into someone’s knife.

Not the first occasion
That Alyosha gets a hole.
He’d an inclination
For new hollows in his soul.

His own soul, he’d mended
Like a holey coverall,
Now his life has ended
In a stupid drunken brawl.

He would’ve gotten married,
We would’ve had some wine to crack,
But today he carried
Someone’s feather in his back.

Well, she’ll cry a little,
Maybe mourn him for a day,
Well, she’ll stop her weeping,
Shilly-shally all the way,

Then, without much caution,
She’ll unlock her bedroom door.
It’s all right, Alyosha,
You don’t care anymore!

Modestly, regardless,
We will bury our good friend.
There’s no kin or address
Where an obi can be sent.

No one knows precisely
Where Alyosha reared from.
Well, it’s very likely
That’s the way we’ll all succumb.

Well, she’ll cry a little,
Maybe mourn him for a day,
Well, she’ll stop her weeping,
Shilly-shally all the way,

Then, without much caution,
She’ll unlock her bedroom door.
God forgives, and Lyosha,
Doesn’t care anymore!