Through some meat for the dogs -
They gonna fight, for sure!
And give some sour wines for the drunkards -
Fresh the nip for each poor!

And to make the crows slander -
Please, make more scarecrows,
For making love for the lovers
The private place must be near roads.

The grains needs be in the soil,
And the sprouts are to be seen.
I will be, for sure, deasil -
Please, make me free to get win!

The meaty chunks are given to dogs,
But you see no fight,
And to the soakers- vodka bottles,
Though they are allwright.

The crows are scared -
But they are everywhere,
People are promote to get married -
But they don’t care.

The water on the ground was poured -
But the gold wheat is not seen,
And the freedom for me is granted -
But it is still nothing to win!