This boy is my copy
Looks like two drops, but he is far from drunk.
Far from stupid, although not a year separates us.
He is far from spoiled, and I am far from him!
It's me, only a quarter of a century back.
The neighbor’s dog taught me to run faster
But I smoke already, the smoke in the pack has not yet dried up,
Health is another matter: after all, death cannot be filtered!
Until this poison has imprisoned him,
I have not lost my conscience, and mother scolds for the keys.
Running around the football field, not business
It will suit the model rather than the Cadillac.
Hands in dispute - the maximum that women have broken
I have not seen how easier it is for them to lie down and whine.
Always their left thought hits the bullseye,
Leaving a stub of love in my heart!
He is not driven into the perimeter of the frames,
The tungsten filament has not yet been torn inside!
Children's smile is light! Today is a promotional item,
In a country where it’s easy to buy, but it’s hard to defend the rights!
He wants to become an adult so badly
And I would happily press restart,
But no way, because I'm a father, yes!
I look at my son, remember my childhood
Son holds father’s hand
today we go to the toy store.
Happy he, and I myself
I smile wholeheartedly.
Fell from the bike - it hurts, well, well,
The scars on the body, I also have on the soul.
His bionicle has eaten me
Together we go forward, I plunge into the past.
