He was such a scoundrel and a scoundrel

He was such a scoundrel and a scoundrel,
 Women promiscuous pet,
 Everyone knows the name: Casanova.
 On such views I am different,
 One woman is enough for us,
 True, unapproved, native.
 
 Us, such, probably, a little,
 But we are, we are anti-Casanova,
 Though we remember: women are desirable
 Stati Casanova, Don Juan.
 
 I know for sure, it comes down to them to become
 To one: the ability to grab
 Not his own, and not his own appropriating,
 To be sung in the role of literoe.
 The power of their age is irresistible.
 Sweethearts berry-raspberry,
 And she prefers to fall
 Into the first mouth he saw.
 
 I'm not looking for raspberries.
 I want myself and my neighbor
 A companion not of rabbit blood,
 That was not a berry-raspberry,
 To daughters and sons
 Gave birth to a single man,
 To the flesh as soul, care for you
 From someone else's sticky touch...
 
 To you, beloved, was
 Until the end of the first date...