Isnít it a bummer, if I finally quit? But my fnend has sold me out, that little piece of shit! That business and the others too: he just spilled his guts. Then - two in plain, two in blue, and the cell door shuts. Goodbye, my dear, or maybe farewell! Donít cry, my dear, and bear no ill will! But isnít it a bummer? Isnít it a waste? A quarter of my life has just been erased. The judge declared "25! See you later, buddy!Ē For talk like this I used to take on anybody! But now I am feeling low, my aggro donít show: If I see that rat again, that shit will get bloody! Goodbye, my dear, or maybe farewell! Donít cry, my dear, and bear no ill will! But isnít it a bummer? Isnít it a waste? A quarter of my life has just been erased.
© Vadim Astrakhan. Translation, 2016