Love trying to keep, We take as a sword we it is One beret for a handle, Other beret for an edge. Love trying to push away, Both of us press on it - One hilt to the friend in a breast, Another - under heart an edge. And the one who an edge a hand Not in forces more to keep, Sometime in love another Takes willingly a handle. And the hands compressing metal It will not be a pity to it at all, As though he hasn't tested, As cuts a steel as cuts a steel …