I went out of business, of such a good cause! Nothing blew - fell off in the buff. Not then, that itch to me - just the time was ripe, Because of the blue mountains ponagnalo other things. We learn a lot from books, And the truth is transmitted by word of mouth: There are no prophets in his own country - And in other homelands - not a lot. I have not sold your friends without me even won one. Only one led, briefly, - are numbered then. I disappeared from the case - do not leave no blood, no sweat, And it rolled on without me as usual. Irreplaceable, and will sing Zaupokoy departed - be empty. There are no prophets in his own country, And in other homelands - not a lot... Pilfered me, but Iím happy that the lionís share Received only by those to whom I would give it away so. Iím on a slippery floor, heels rosin Up the stairs and go through the attic. Prophets do not - you will not find in the afternoon with fire - Out and Mohammed, and Zarathustra. There are no prophets in his own country, And in other homelands are not a lot... And at the bottom say - whether from the good from evil if I do not know: Well, thatís gone - it was not a sure thing! Cobwebs in the corner with the images I rip off fingernails, Hurry, because the house saddling horses. Opened the face - I began to face him, And he told me pale and sad: There are no prophets in his own country - But in other homelands - not a lot. I take off the saddle, I grow in a horse - body to body - Horse fall under me - but I bit between his teeth! I went out of business, of such a good cause, Because of the blue mountains ponagnalo other things. Gallop - a horse ears crackle, But clearly discern because crunch: There are no prophets in his own country - But in other homelands - not a lot.
© Andrew Chelyuskin. Translation, 2018