I'm Trotskolenin in Egmont,
Wagnerobrodsky in Shushenskoye,
With a physical idiot
I will not talk heart-dushensky*.
Nobody will offend,
My steel Cut plug, probably.
And those who are lucky,
I met under the stars hopefully.
After such vigil nights
I just want to sleep badly.
at the shoulders it's hot,
in the sky holiness's sparkling.
It is quiet and good.
Frosty and very fun.
Thank you, Life, for the plug,
Which you gave me, a slap.
Friends, in this my Cut plug,
there are also its charms:
Silent eternal calm
of Russian-English chants.
Cut plug
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2017
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