| You came so unnecessary
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| You came so uninvited
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| Smiling hard,
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| Clean as fresh out of the bath.
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| I touched you gently
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| And for a long time it seemed to know
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| So familiar, so careless
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| I kissed you!
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| Tomorrow you will be useless
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| You are not the one - you are too few.
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| This is tomorrow, and today
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| I kissed you!
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| Not with a bag, but with a lady's bag,
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| In the bag mascara, comb, shoes,
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| To immediately queen and kings,
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| So that burning eyes are rotten!
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| Tomorrow I will forget everyday life,
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| Spinning festively in a whirlwind
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| There will be roses, forget-me-nots,
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| Dresses, hands, lips, faces.
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| The new prince will be unfit,
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| He is not the same - he is too little.
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| This is tomorrow, and today
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| I kissed you!
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| I, too, will end badly,
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| There will be a wedge of light in the window,
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| Before death, writhing viciously,
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| Like a skinned cat.
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| The world will groan after the animal:
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| God, little, little, God!
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| But this is tomorrow, and today
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| I kissed him!
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| And to spite all the old bawds,
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| Whether it's a lot or a little,
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| God bless him tomorrow, because today
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| I kissed him!
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| And to spite all the old bawds,
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| Whether it's a lot or a little,
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| God be with him tomorrow, but today
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| I kissed him! |