*This is my translation of a poem by Aleksandr Vertinsky
How nice it is without women and their lies;
Without bitter tears or tender kissing lovers!
Without those fair and way too honest eyes,
Which lie to you and envy you to others!
How nice it is without dull, dramatic tales;
Without those long and noble declarations,
Without those grim, hysterical betrayals,
And those late-spoken conversations!
And how amusing is the foolish game!
In which the stakes are high
And winnings are so petty!
When your companions are cheaters- all the same!
To quit this game became impossible already!
How nice it is to wake up all alone,
Like any bachelor, in cozy relaxation;
And realize that you donít even owe
To anyone at all your explanation!
How nice it is to sit there with your friend!
Enjoy a Scottish whiskey like you want it,
And with a joy remember way back then
When to this lady you were once devoted.
And just to win back some of what you lost,
To plot a harmless flirt with her close friend;
And somehow, to preserve at any cost
That simple self-devotion of a man!
†I fell in love and kept on falling
[This message has been edited by Master (edited 01-29-2000).]