AH, YES!
On death N.N.
Ah, yes! Today a snowfall,
And from sedateness reeks a cool.
And mirrors...
And mirrors around stand up
In last fantastic parade.
Ah, yes! One more is broken
Also he is squeezed as a lemon,
Also he is thrown out on a wind.
And herd will resort from the mountains of Moscow
Also will moo...
Also will moo, that he unique in the world!
Ah, yes! Road on sundown,
And - no way, and - without friends,
And all in empty.
And only lines...
And only lines slowly burn,
Pain melting in sadness saint...
Ah, yes!