Булат Окуджава A как первая любовь

Submitted by Anonimous

As the first love burns the heart,
The second love approaches the first.
And the third love -
a key trembling in the latch, a suitcase in your hand.

As the first war is nobody's fault,
The second war is someone's fault.
And the third war - just my fault,
my fault is seen by everyone.

As the first deceit is fog at dawn,
The second deceit begins the drunkenness.
And the third deceit -
dark nights, terrible war.