That evening I didnít drink, didnít sing, Spent the whole time looking at her, The way children stare, the way children stare. But the guy who was with her before, He told me Iíd better leave, He told me Iíd better leave, That I didnítí have a chance. And the guy who was with her before, He insulted me, he threatened me, And I remember everything, I wasnít drunk! When I did decide to leave, She said to me: Donít be in such a hurry! She said to me: Donít be in such a hurry, The evening is still young. But the guy who was with her before, He didnít forget me, I guess, And once in the fall, once in the fall, Iím walking along with a friend, And theyíre standing there in a row, And theyíre standing there in a row, Eight of them in all. Iíve got my knife with me, so I say: You wonít take me so easy. Beware, you bastards! beware! Why cash in for nothing? Then, I was the first to strike, I made the first move. It had to be that way. But the guy who was with her before, He cooked up the whole mess, Serious about it, too, serious: Somebody jumped me from behind. Valiukha yelled: Watch out! Valiukha yelled: Watch out! But it was too late! You can only die once. And thereís an infirmary in jail. I spent some time there, some time. The doc cut me up and down. He said to me: Hang on, brother. He said to me: Hang on. And I hung on - The parting passed in an instant... She didnít wait for me, But I forgive her, forgive her. Of course, I forgave her. But Iíll not excuse the guy Who was with her before - Iíll show him!        
© H. William Tjalsma. Translation, 1982