In my opinion - a masterpiece!

In my opinion - a masterpiece!

Do you live still, my old lady?
Live, and I, Hallo you, hallo!
Let it flow over your hut
Evening light in our big village.
I am told, you, concealing anxiety,
Miss me briskly under lonely moon,
What do you often go on the road
In old-fashioned second-hand shushun.
And you see in the dark blue evening
Holy Jesus? Same shit - oh, Gosh! - That somebody me in a tavern brawl
Heart slammed by Finnish knife.
But relax, dear! Calm down.
This is only a painful Breda.
I am not a fu +++ ng alcoholic,
That, you are not seeing death.
I am still a very gentle,
And I dream, my darling, only that,
For more from boredom rebellious
To get back in a short, our home.
I'll return, when the branches will spread
Our garden - an old white garden.
But I bet you, mama, at dawn
Wake me not like eight years ago.
Do not wake Him, as noted,
Do not excite that did not come true - too early losses and fatigue
To experience has led me.
Do not teach me how to pray. Do not!
To the old return no more.
You're my only support and consolation,
You're my only ineffable light.
So forget about your anxiety,
Do not be sad and I shall come back soon.
Do not go often to road
In old-fashioned second-hand shushun.

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