Two armies of eyelashes converged
On the left flank and on the right.
You prostrated yourself before me,
But as always, I forgot about the main thing.
I prefer scoundrels
With sad-wise eyes,
Than the bright - eyed proud,
What are we ourselves.
Two armies of eyelashes converged
On the right flank and on the left.
Don't prostrate in front of me,
After all, I am someone else's queen.