Dedicated to an unknown reader

There are meters here and people who write here the devil understands.
He seemed to have broken his leg, but the people protested.
They just write how it goes, it’s a lot of people who will understand.
In general, as if for the soul, who wrote in fright,
yes in nature he is us / sl * al. (sorry, lisp)

So in short, here is wise / dak, not defined in any way,
reads everything and is silent, in other matters the figure will distinguish,
who read it and why. Where it sits, my NET is silent.
In general, my hello to him. They say that he is unknown
that no one saw them, but they read them for two.

P.S. Each time the answer sounds, unknown means NO.

P.P.S. And what has to do with the landscape, there is no soul, so it is not ours.
       He can smoke weed, eat a tomato,
       there is no way to write and send * somewhere. (sorry, lisp)
         

                translation from Uzbek.