And I'm from the porch, yes "to the muddle" in the book,
I went out the door and into the crack, like a kid
I watched like a ray to the girl on the tower
I played through my hair with gold.

She is a Star without noticing me
As in the light of the ramps it shone and bloomed,
With your smile in your heart, outlining
Quite different wonderful places.

And I am in a fit of such feelings, having forgotten,
I scattered all the tea, dropping the book,
It seemed to me that a girl fell in love
She smiled at me, beckoning her finger.

What a fool! - but still she is so I,
Opening the door, he gave a friendly wave! ..
And in my window there is only a cynical "Fuck you"
And the black barrel of the machine gun flashed.