Curving Shore is gone for good. Ancient oaks left no root. Using oak for the parquet is ok. Nonetheless a gang of guys Didnít want to be too nice. They made coffins from green oaks. Us it shocks. Homeís beautiful it says When on chicken feet it stands. But a crackhead came to place as an ace. He was handsome all in all, With a witch danced rock & roll. They had everything they want. Place got burnt. Go, go, sadness, out of my chest. This is not a story yet. It is just a test. Thatís correct what Pushkin said. There was a savant cat. But his end was so frustratĖ ingly sad. As a wise guy - thatís no bluff - A gold chain he sold and stuff And, as never being dumb, bought some rum. With his such a godly gift In a business he was swift. But he later got so drunk like a punk. Running out of the luck He then caught a heart attack. And his corpse is in a grave. All rights waived. Go, go, sadness, out of my chest. This is not a story yet. It is just a test. There were 33 knights of Russia on a spree. They decided to create a decree. Everyone assigned himself Land, accumulated wealth, Then began to drink again to the health. Their uncle cut an oak And tree bark put on a lock. Then he barked on own kin like a dog. And he cursed them every day For the money outlay Even though he got a lot all the way. Go, go, sadness, out of my chest. This is not a story yet. It is just a test. And a mermaid - what a freak! - Learned to do a well-tried trick. And once - what can be worse? - gave a birth. Everybody in a line swears: ďHe cannot be mine.Ē So, they called an army son that one. And a sorcerer once Picked a mermaid for a dance. And he offered her his heart. Ainít it art? Then he promised in a tweet That heíll take her with a kid. And sheís with an older male like in jail. Go, go, sadness, out of my chest. This is not a story yet. It is just a test. And that bearded Black Sea Man Stole a Venus in a van. He is devious so much. Thanks a bunch. This is not an idle lie That heís capable to fly. Heís a skillful S.O.B. Let it be. Someone with no brain sold a carpet airplane. Folks are knocking on the door of a store. Jesus, women are kidnaped. In a pitfall they are trapped. How fair sex gets saved from a cave? Go, go, sadness, out of my chest. This is not a story yet. It is just a test. Itís impossible to stand An emerging foul trend. Yea wood goblins fight within. What a scene. For the money for a drink They would pawn a wedding ring. Life is hard for everyone. Whatís the plan? Every goblin begs a wife: ďI just wanna back my life. I am thirsty very much. Light a match. Give few rubles or greenbacks. Otherwise, Iíll take an ax. Iíll be sorry not too much. Just a touch.Ē Go, go, sadness, out of my chest. This is not a story yet. It is just a test. Whereíre animals unseen? Whereís that two-headed twin? It appears that they rest on a crest. Itís no secret nowadays Curving Shore left no trace. What the poet wrote in past didnít last. Go, go, anguish, out of my chest Since a real fairytaleís definitely best.
© Edward Leitman. Translation, 2013