Текст песни Высоцкий - я надеялся втайне,что тебя не читали,но..

It was not an affair -
 You were on a palm,
 How wonderful book
 In the coarse dust jacket.

 I was in love with as a boy -
 With a soft trembling secret
 I read our affair
 With indecent name.

 There were tears, threats -
 All share all the same -
 Was mainly prose,
 And the poems were less frequent.

 Your stormy affection
 And all other means -
 It's scary, like a fairy tale
 Very early childhood.

 I was hoping secretly,
 What you skimmed -
 But you, as a reading room,
 Too many take.

 Do not wait for me MIGA
 When I was late
 Rent from hand to hand a book
 With indecent name.