I lived gloriously in the first third
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Twenty years in the world - according to the teachings,
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He lived thoughtlessly, but in deed,
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He swam where his eyes looked - down the stream.
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I thought - here it is, the reward -
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After all, you don’t need oars or palms.
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Mosquitoes, horseflies and wasps
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They pestered, bloodsuckers, but they did not pester.
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Heard from the shore at the beginning -
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They shouted for help, for salvation.
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Didn't wait, poor fellows, -
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I lay, plagued by mash, in a blackout.
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Does it shake in a turn,
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Wrap in a whirlpool - everything will be fixed.
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Now I undress, then I put on,
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I admire myself in the water - I like it very much.
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The shores flow behind the boat,
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Well, I caress my throat with mead.
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After an extra sip
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Look - I'm not swimming alone, - with an old woman.
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And while I was wondering
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The fog fell and I ended up in a dead place, -
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And a huge old woman
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She laughed right in her ear, the evil beast.
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I scream, I don't hear a scream,
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I don’t knit from fear of a bast, I see badly,
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Shaking me in the wind...
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- Who is here? - I hear - answers: - I am not easy!
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Quit being baptized, wailing, -
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The Holy Mother of God will not save you:
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The one who throws the rudder and oars,
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The Hard One brings in - that's the way it is! -
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I am looking for a way in the darkness,
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Little by little mead - just drink step by step -
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But she doesn't fall asleep
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Ahead of me steps with a heavy step.
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Vaughn, tripped over the roots,
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It's hard to groan from such obesity.
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And she even has shortness of breath,
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And he brings it in - there, the creature is not easy.
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Suddenly towards us - alive,
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Lame, crooked, cunning muzzle.
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And shouts: - You stand above the abyss,
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But I will save you, sick one, I will wipe your tears! -
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I asked: "Who are you?"
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And she told me: - I'm Crooked, - here, they say, I'll take it out, -
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- And although I'm crooked,
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Krivoruk, krivooka, - I'll take them out!
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I exclaimed, pouring:
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"Take me out, Curve!" |
I'm on a leash!
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I'll give you shban,
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I'll fix your curvature - just take it out!
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And you, mother, daughter of a bitch,
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Here, drink half a sip - painfully nervous.
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Forget me for a while
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You are fat - you will be the first in the harem.-
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and two old women fell
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At the bottle of mead, drunk, hysterical.
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I'm hiding behind the bumps,
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I quietly back away straight to the shore.
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Famously rowed into the rapids
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Two strokes in the middle - oh, I'm a scoundrel!
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So that you die while drinking,
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My two destinies - Crooked and not easy!
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Know, by malicious calculation
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Yes, by someone's secret care
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I was unlucky, dumbass,
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And dragged, troublemaker, down the river.
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It seemed to me that life is a joy,
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Like, no need for oars, oh, no need - oh, I'm a scoundrel!
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... They left, howling,
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My two destinies - Crooked and not easy! |