And the bullet's whistling
Like the girl' soprano,
Calling on the victim
By the cunning manner.
Does the bullet know that
Life goes on forever
And there no extension
Ever and whatever?
So the bullet's flying
With the making troubles.
Look at mortal totals -
Firstly die the pluckies.
Does the bullet know who
Lives on worldwide' points?
There are not the murders
But the greatest poets.
Fly away, the stray one,
Frivolous and sticky.
Love of yours like servants
But your kiss is sickly.
Does the bullet know why
People kill each other?
That one who escapes it
Will be find it rather...
The Bullet
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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