About our meeting, what can I say! —believe.
I waited for it, as one waits for natural disasters.
But you and I immediately began to live,
Without fear of disastrous consequences.
I immediately narrowed the circle of your acquaintances,
Dressed and shod you and pulled you out of the mud,
But stilla long tail dragged behind you —
A long tail of your short connections.
Then, I remember, I beat your friends:
I felt somehow unpleasant with them, don’t why.
Although, perhaps, among of all of them,
Surely, there were great handsome guys.
What you asked for — I did in a moment:
I tried to make every hour into a wedding night.
Because of you, I jumped under a train, shipment,
But, thank our God, not entirely successfully tight.
And if you had been waiting for me that year,
When I was sent to the prison for the rest
I would have stolen the entire sky for you
And two gold stars from Brejnev chest.
And I swear now, I will be the last bastard:
Don’t lie, don’t drink — and I will forgive your betrayal.
And I will give you the Bolshoi Theater
And the Lugniki Sports Greate Arena.
But now I am not ready for the meeting:
I am afraid of you, I am afraid of nights intimate —
Like the inhabitants of Japanese cities
Are afraid of a repeat of Hiroshima.