And soul and head, in pain, it seems, -
Believe me, that Iím do not pretend.
Two hundred thousands - to one, whoíll free me!
Well, and I will try, of course Iím.
I need to go there, where wind with pines, -
I need to, and thatís all, - over there more exciting!
Share at least all your smokes
And in addition also - the songs.
Give me a mouthful of a different air!
Do I dare to grumble? Surely, I dare.
It smells in here... And may be, the question in perfume?..
I will thank you, when I could.
Though my nerves are made of tin,
My tranquility finished for ever.
Hey, you, my bared nerves!
Get back to life- and walk as if like crippled;
Donít look at me, because Iíve clenched my lips, -
If word getís out, it will be - angry one, -
I wouldíve in the slippers run away to taiga, -
Bury myself somewhere - a howl!