Don t give me anything - Boris Ryzhy
Don't give me anything,
leave desk and leave my home,
and lonely rowan-tree
at fall that outdoor.
Don't give me any spot,
but leave the rowan shine
and on the tabletop
a glass of noble wine.
Don't give me any prey,
except the cigarette,
and let my neighbor play
Vertinsky at daybreak.
About roses let him,
fuck, murmur from the flex.
I'm plain as one-two-three,
You're better, you're complex.
You're right, these home and desk,
and rowan, shoulder pain
recall of something-esque
in general and plain.
(translation of verses "Don't need anything" of Russian poet Boris Ryzhy, translated from Russian by Daniel Rublev)
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