"She is mine!" He kept telling us "You must be kidding, you must be kidding, friend! Hey kid, be gone, you’re so drunk, - Just watch, you’ll get hurt, friend, you’ll get hurt in the end!" And he shouted: "I don’t care now! Get into the cab and let’s go for a ride I say! Let the meter click, it doesn’t matter anyhow At the end of the road one have to pay". These guys I do not pity, ever. "Go away, don’t let me sin" again I repeat. But he towards me, and all about her... "Don’t 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 doesn’t matter" I softly said At the end of the road one have to pay!" To tears and requests I don’t give a damn - I feel like to fight, oh, how I feel! And it doesn’t 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, it’s all the same At the end of the road one have to pay...
© Anatoli Trojanowski. Translation, 2018