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Three Loves
Bulat Okudzhava

First love runs like a wind, trembling with anxiety
Second love knows life and sneers at that first one
But that third one, as a coward, turns the key in the door
having her things already packed up.

First war -- hang ! It's been so many years...
Second war -- world is still looking for due punishment
But for that third one which wants to break our days
You will be blamed one day, you will be blamed.

First untruth... - you think it must have been a joke
Second untruth -- a bitter laugh, laughing never enough
But that third lie, when has crossed your threshold,
will wound you deeper than a war foe