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Как теплый ветер

I like you like a warm breeze in my face,
Like rain,
Like sunshine in the window, like the drunken smell of flowers,
No more than that.
You're cold-hearted, you're heartless.
Well, to hell with you, I don't want you.

That's it, I'm gone...
Shala-buda-buda...

How I loved you! How I caressed you! It's unbelievable...
[Like an] idiot, I bought you flowers
And took you up the [the mountain] on the sky-tram
But you're a traitor!
You're [as wooden as] a tree, and as calm as can be
You made out in the square with some gelding

That's it, I'm gone...
Shala-buda-buda...

I forgive you those four rubles and change
For the crème brûlée and shishkabobs. Don't mention it!
I don't love you. You're bad.
But judge for yourself, [you] with your nasty face.

That's it, I'm gone...
Shala-buda-buda...