A friend who has left his wife

Flying over the yellow niva

In the far blue edge,

Love unhappy

Do not blame yourself.

From the cases of such grieve

A hero is not at ease:

There was one beauty,

And how many of them around!

But know - it is still unknown,

Although the choice is great,

Where is the one who will be betrayed

And the body and soul.

I listen to you for a glass

With a smile of a wise man.

You will find another, better,

With love to the end.