Winding its way down on

Bulvarno-Kudriavska Street,

across Lvivska Square, rain

was looking back, it was feeling remorse

for a lady it’s sloshed.

On Bulvarno-Kudriavska,

near Orpheus Cafe,

rain was rushing in the door,

it was feeling remorse,

for a port wine diluted.

And the lady with a glass

did not want to make a scene

(for a song was sung on the stage),

the lady just sighed:

‘Do you feel no shame

looking so often into the glass?’

On Bulvarno-Kudriavska,

in the glassy cafe,

the rain overdid it

and drowned in wine.

And the lady just sighed

(for she had no more money

to order another glass),

and she whispered:

‘That’s a lesson for ladies,

never try to flirt with rain–’

And que faire? To a tune

of a soprano, the lady

bravely gulped

that dubious cocktail.