Still itís disappointing if you had left off And your mate has ratted, rotter, unexpected-of! On the scrap, the former stuff, my mate Sashok has told, - Cops in uniform and civvies, a black car on the road. See you later, Tania, but no, we cannot wed! See you later, Tania, with me do not be mad. Still itís disappointing, like a bird in cage, To waste without use at all a quarter of an age! The beak declared in the court: - Twenty five! Take care! Formerly Iíd tear a throat For such a foul affair, But now I with insult bear And do not show the air, If I meet Sashok again - will maim to pay the fare! See you later, Tania, but no, we cannot wed! See you later, Tania, with me do not be mad. Still itís disappointing, like a bird in cage, To waste without use at all a quarter of an age!
© Vyacheslav Chistyakov. Translation, 2014