That evening I didnít drink, I didnít sing - I looked at her so very much, Like children look, like childen look. But the one who was with her before, Said to me, so that Iíd leave, Said to me, so that Iíd leave, That sheís not for me. And the one who was with her before, He was rude and threatened me. But I remember it all - I wasnít drunk. When I decided to leave, She said: "Donít hurry!" She said: "Donít hurry, Since itís still too early!" But the one who was with her before, Obviously didnít forget me, And somehow in the autumn, and somehow in the autumn - Iím walking with a friend, I look, there they stand, They stood silently in row, They stood silently in row - There were eight of them. I had a knife with me, I decided that They wouldnít take me easily, Hold on, uglies! Hold on, uglies! Why fall to the blows, So then I struck first, So then I struck first - I had to. But the one who was with her before, He cooked up this porridge Very seriously, very seriously. Someone grabbed my shoulder, Vlad yelled: "Look out!" Vlad yelled: "Look out!" But it was too late. For eight misfortunes but one reply, In prison thereís also an infirmary, I hung out there, I hung out there. The doctor cut far and wide, He said to me: "Hold on, brother!" He said to me: "Hold on, brother!" And I held on. The separation went by in a moment, She didnít wait for me, But I forgive her, her I forgive. So it goes, I forgave her, The one who was with her before, The one who was with her before, I wonít excuse. I forgave her, of course, The one who was with her before, The one who was with her before, Iím going to meet up with!
© Peter Struwwel. Translation, ?