Roadside cafe in the Barabinsk steppe
After leaving home one day
Without going to the madhouse yet
The wayward traveler on the road
I found a seedy house
Truckers are getting drunk
They got drunk like pigs
Passions overwhelm everyone
But the poet is drawn upward
There's only one penny in my pocket
But his love is not worth a penny
He shows it fervently
Among the nasty scary faces
Gives a prostitute a heart
Not for a ruble, but for a penny
He's like Danko in Gorky
Surprisingly good
To be continued
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