Гетеросексуалист [Geteroseksualist] [English translation]

As if I sipped on bitter wine,

As if the pose was bright and gaudy,

Under a drunken blur

Occurred a dream of Her,1

As if the rose was drugged and fallen.

Oh yes I love, oh yes, I love,

This is the subject of my songs,

No need to sing of other things-

Just wait, we’ll later sing those things.

And yes I love, and yes I love,

This feeling can’t be overcome,2

I’m an optimist, an optimist,

A heterosexualist.

I’m taken by the hand through dark

By happy, melancholy feelings,

And when she wields the whip

Her name is on my lips-

I’ll never tire of my singing.3

Oh yes I love, oh yes, I love,

This is the subject of my songs,

No need to sing of other things-

Just wait, we’ll later sing those things.

And yes I love, and yes I love,

This feeling can’t be overcome,

I’m an optimist, an optimist,

A heterosexualist.

1. Dream as in goal2. Literally "And I can't resist"3. The original last three lines are more literally "Even if the whip is cruel/I'm not tired of singing/Her shabby name." Unfortunately I had to leave some things out to fit the rhyme and rhythm. I'm open to suggestions on how to make this less optimistic.