In the poet's life, do not look,
They tore their songs.
In the poet's life, do not look,
They tore their strings,
Drunk in the cultural community,
Shouting obscenities until dawn,
Their "White Sea" been hammered
And their eyes are now filled,
They better, "not a"
It is easier dies of boredom,
With love,
With the war ...
And every day is tough lesson
The kitchens at night drinking a rock,
But you go to bed, sleep it off,
And for God's sake do not wait for them,
In the poet's life, do not look.
In the poet s life, do not look
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2017
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