I had forty surnames, I had forty passports, I was loved by forty woman, I had two hundred foes. But I donít regret! No matter how hard I tried, No matter how hard I strived - All the same, to have a feast fight, Someone have always come by. And though my road is long and weary, And though I deserved a praise - About me wonít be written obituary On the corner of the paperís last page. But I donít regret! No matter how hard I strived, No matter how hard I tried, - Someone have always come by - And together we drink through the night. And though I believed in pure and fair - For example, our Soviet state, - They wonít erect for me a monument in the square Somewhere at the Peterís gate. But I donít regret! No matter how hard I tried, No matter how hard I strived - Just the same Iím drunk every night, Just the same Iím on downhill ride. Iím writing the songs about dramas And about pickpockets sad life, - You wonít see me on the billboards Of a popular pop stars that you like. But I donít regret! No matter how hard I fought, No matter how hard I strived - I have always been caught - And in prison spend half of my life. All my life I get wounded and stabbed. But apparently this is my fate, - Just the same, they wonít mint my face On the coins instead of an emblem. But I donít regret!        
© Anatoli Trojanowski. Translation, 2018