Mary and Perry

Bloody Mary was bashing his face with a shred.
Insults and losses, wasn't always empty like that.
Only expenses, the life is disgustingly sad.
Things are bad, Perry...
   things are really bad...
The rascals of anguish are eating you through,
The dreams and predictions are fading into.
The bottommost bottom has
                depths of abyss.
Inside of the head lurks
                a malevolent beast...

Almost nothing remained and was left...
It was rudely obtained by the theft...
And the treacherous flow flows
                lower and low.

Insults and losses. No, she doesn't need you, lad.
That's how things are, Perry from prairie,
        with our Mary, they are awfully bad.

She's undistinguished. Darkness is thick,
The night is striking as a solar sphere
Your life, Perry, is like a magnificent trick
Without the ghostly applauds of her constant cheer.

The sharp-nosed shoes are running the trail -
The sharp-faced elbows in the dusty veil,
The sharp-leaved thoughts are jerking like flies.
Flinging up the highland palms,
Flinging up the pigeon-toed arms,
The tilted-horned bucks flinging
                up to the skies....

Do not drink...

(self-translated from Russian)

22.05.13