THE BANJO
Forgive, that I do not sing a merry song,
That does not jingle my old banjo.
Guitar Strings sound in sofas.
And this is important... or not is important!
I in rat racing not participant,
Not walker onward, not walker on dead body.
I not bastard, but simply unfortunate,
But not good, but sooner foolish.
The Sunshine - he and presently invisible
For all, who did not yet awake.
The Life passed - as if video.
I stared, I heard, I was terrified...
Forgive, that I do not sing a merry song,
That does not jingle my old banjo.
Guitar Strings sound in sofas.
And this is important... or not is important!