Слюни глотал, стоя у ограды
Дверь как бы открыта, но не особо и рады
Пар окутал, обмяк и опал
Не столько ворочал, сколько ждал
Взялся уверенно - считай полдела
Заметь, мякнет немолодое тело
А утром, когда уже в логово к себе возвращался,
Зло вопрошал, зачем в эту гадость ввязался.
He swallowed his saliva, standing by the fence.
The door seemed open, but they weren't particularly happy.
Steam enveloped him, he went limp, and fell.
He didn't so much toss and turn as he waited.
He took hold confidently—consider it half the job.
Mind you, his aging body will soften.
And in the morning, when he was already returning to his lair,
he angrily asked himself why he had gotten involved in this nastiness.
