“What are you hiding? Come on, show me.
Whose messages, from whom the letters?
The photographs will tell
Who that goat is.
Let it be at a party, if not at the beach —
I’ll figure it out. I’m no ass.”

Only girlfriends, there are no rivals —
As if everything is clean.
And suddenly a reproachful thought passed through:
“And how is it with me personally?

Women and girls, old and young,
In relations I am free and sharp,
But I’m no traitor, I love her,
So why the suspicions toward her?”