Bachelor March

­­Поэтический перевод произведения «Холостяцкий марш»,
автор исходника на русском языке – [Владислав Мучкин]

We’re parading in pants that need ironing,
And our socks’ getting stuck to the booties,
But foolhardy and also inspiring,
Our bayonets charge for blond beauties.

In this business we’ll run rings round anyone,
And we mastered to lick up the frothings,
Unassailable fortress’ been simply won,
By our word, – chestnut-heads also kno;w things.

On the loose, over tigers, we’re scarier,
And for cages we’re never demanding,
We encircle, as MiGs, or bomb-carrier,
And brunette-chicks are rushing for landing.

Our skis are lubed up for all instances,
Our heels are all polished aglisten,
All night through with redheads at close distances,
And at dawn run away with no listen.

Our notebooks’ addresses don’t bother us,
Lady-friends are all soldierlike widdies,
And the kiddies are helplessly fatherless,
That’s how bachelor’s turns end their ditties.