"She is mine!" He kept telling us "You must be kidding, you must be kidding, friend! Hey kid, be gone, youíre so drunk, - Just watch, youíll get hurt, friend, youíll get hurt in the end!" And he shouted: "I donít care now! Get into the cab and letís go for a ride I say! Let the meter click, it doesnít matter anyhow At the end of the road one have to pay". These guys I do not pity, ever. "Go away, donít let me sin" again I repeat. But he towards me, and all about her... "Donít say a word, my friend, not a word!" The blood mixed with wine hit me in the head - And, while continue smiling the same way, "It doesnít matter" I softly said At the end of the road one have to pay!" To tears and requests I donít give a damn - I feel like to fight, oh, how I feel! And it doesnít matter if you want or not, my friend, - Pay the bill, friend, pay the bill!.. Like in a silent movie, life flashes by like the train, - I want to laugh, I feel okay, - And the meter, click and click, itís all the same At the end of the road one have to pay...
© Anatoli Trojanowski. Translation, 2018