Михаил Круг — Фраер

So you backed down, you square, Am I not good enough for you? Look me in the eyes, Stop babbling about fate. With you, my little cop, I got my wires crossed, Tied a knot so tight Like two thick braids.

I remember how you walked up, How the parquet creaked, How you placed upon my table A big bouquet of tea roses. I thought you were a hustler Or a thief with big connections, Turned out you're just scum, Bluffing — lights out!

You flirted all evening long And lit a fire in my chest, And when you kissed me — Misha sank the ball in the pocket. When they found out you're a cop, There was a stir in the bar, Everyone melted away at once, Then a raid and "Hands up!"

We got sent to the pen for a long stretch, Though thank God they don't beat us, But me, my little cop, Everyone calls a cop's snitch. You talked to me Without wasting words, Kissed me and drank a lot For me and for love.

You used to look so sharp, The guys stared wide-eyed, But yesterday, when you opened the door, I stepped back in shock. You wore a cheap gray suit, Had a major's raincoat on And a cap with a cockade — You didn't look like yourself at all! And when you learned who I was, You spilled wine on the table And, saying "I'll come in a few days," Never came back anyway.