The story of a fatal love

When I was young and very strong,
I thought that life was very long.
I used to fight from day to night,
My mind was drunk and I was right!

I felt like I was very tough!
And never knew the word “enough”!
My gun was quick! my eye was keen!
I was the best you’d ever seen!

I saw my future in (the)blue light,
Cause life with money - easy flight.
My purpose was - to get it much
With only help of easy touch!

With easy touch to faithful gun,
But not to work like everyone.
I didn’t want to bend my back
To get some money for a snack!

I spent my time just drinking wine,
But never had a friend of mine.
My only friends were: sparkling knife
And “Magnum” number forty five!
 
But once I really fell in love,
My heart was burning, like in stove.
I fell in love with pretty girl,
And simply lost my self-control.

I was about driven mad,
I was and happy, bat and sad,
I made mistake after mistake,
Sharp-shooting hand began to shake.
 
The final trouble quickly came -
She sold me up without shame.
I was arrested in my bed,
It meant - her love to me was dead.

Since when I lost my pretty girl,
I've never been in love at all.
I've spent my years in the jail,
Have turned so weak and deadly pale...

My life in prison’s hard and grey,
But I would take a chance to say:
“I’ve found my spite for being tough,
And prison’s saved my sole from love”.

Moscow, 1994