A Sad Story

You grumble as you pay your membership dues in full. I am a Komsomol member, an activist. Your ideological platform is unstable, While I am a fighter — a propagandist. We are so different, but My soul is filled with you. As sad as it is, for you I have burst into flames of love. You drink your wine due to dangerous delusions In a circle of highly dubious friends. In the light of timely, drastic decrees, I simply cannot put up with this. We are so different, but My soul is filled with you. As sad as it is, for you I have burst into flames of love. You are the very embodiment of vices, While I am a paragon of virtue. You gained rich experience way ahead of schedule, I am the champion of abstinence. In love, you pursue A highly dubious goal: First — mutual affection, Then — a shared bed. I agonize, I struggle with myself, I go without sleep to my own detriment And I am starting to wither away. How can I approach you with love at the same time Without betraying my convictions? I crave sexual intercourse, But compromise is inadmissible! Because towards everything that you live by, I am absolutely intolerant!