Yes, I’m a sly vixen,
A creature of caprice.
My nerves are raw, exposed,
Emotions spray like the breeze.
Your laziness bores me to tears,
Your promises—I’ve grown weary.
My self-satisfied stag,
Ignores my warnings, so wary.
We love each other, that’s true,
Yet sleep apart in separate beds.
This is your doing, I say,
But blame others instead.
Without compliments, my breakfast’s cold,
I’ve stopped waiting for dinner, I’m told.
In feelings—a shadowed void,
I’ve cried enough, my tears are dried.
My mutiny on your ship,
The challenge of love’s last sip.
A bullet in the heart’s chamber,
“Stop me!” I scream—the gun’s ready.
Bring back our soul’s lost feelings, I beg,
Find me in this storm, don’t let me linger.
I wait for a kiss in the deep, still night,
For love’s fire to burn bright.
Evgeny Gribkov
The source of the translation:
http://stihi.ru/2026/06/13/3116
Sly vixen
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