Any trouble in his face

To you I had not shouted,
And whatever you do,
But the neighbors are all a foregone conclusion,
From the womb tears removed the body,
Then gently into the womb will carry
Waiting until the end of the wash the hands,
After the clock "Time!"
Beforehand here all dug grave,
Maw is waiting, because the game is played,
And how much are you dancing at the funeral,
Friends, and I put them wine,
You put them on the graves of cigarettes,
And he said, "It is not fair that's all!"
Fate decided not thou shalt be crushed,
It does not grab you by the lapels,
I decided that you're suicidal,
After all, you are the master of life and creator,
All against all, because this is a game and the stakes are high,
You are dancing on the edge of the grave,
You decide when you're in it thou shalt,
You danced and repeatedly fell
And neighbor you pulled out of it.
And in one year, tragic, leap,
Gone home, and then friends,
What was quiet in the evening kitchens,
Only on the gravestones was a lot of crows,
Found you stray dogs,
Suddenly sirens, but no one to call ...
Last year you became the hero of theater plays,
You are in anthologies, legends and movies.
The simple story of how the city dude
Romantic and rake.
I laughed till the end.
Any trouble in his face.