I drank both breasts from my mother,
and he pushed me away with a stinking heel.
What did you shout to me - Like, life is ahead,
do not freak out, your lucky chance is shaking!
He did not give me tasks to write off,
my tobacco smoked until I had no pulse
my women dragged the hayloft to mine,
but me all the heel, and you - "do not worry!"
His cattle poisoned my crops,
the riffraff bought my bills.
- Lord, - I pray, - bring justice!
He didn’t show: there were no signals, they say.
- Everyone has enough of everything entrusted to me ...-
the fraer, swollen on the cloud, went broke.
- Let him be nimble. You are quite
you can. Do not torment the cerebellum with reflection.
All the sweets from the tree, ground tickets,
soft seats in a motorcycle with a sidecar -
everything he finds. Well, apart from losses,
your crafty whisper: "Finish him ... with caress!"
So it went on until the last day,
hours of deliverance ... But, against the rules,
your barrels rush, and everything is on me:
- Cain, bitch-Cain, where is your brother Abel?
Vladimir Lantsberg
