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Oh you are the winds ! Ali priskuchila you dust of their native land .
Now, behold , melancholy green somewhere in the sky carrying.
And she hung down from the clouds , the fish dead ,
Looking down , all gasped yes sighed ,
And then as a fall on my head !
Though simple - though fall ! Although vodka drink, even cola -
Took by the throat and does not let go ...
That stuff like that!

Oh you winds , shaggy - bearded !
It was my two brothers : yes spruce pine .
In the forest stood still waiting for me ,
Waving their paws after pitch crying.
I left , they were gray at the temple ...
Here 's the whole story .

On the river barge sails , and there the men sleep in the cockpit .
Well, I could not sleep , and went to drown his melancholy in the river !
I will not reach to the river , so it will drown in a pond ,
And even better - in a roadside puddle
And nowhere more deeply , because that is not great sadness ...

Floats in the still of the night bell ,
Her bell-ringer , and ensure at least count on the head bellies !
He then probably knows that wiser
From matins , but for matins .
Naughty wind , and he was uneasy ,
Sits back in the sky - well, Owl Sychom !
He had not heard that ringing a now opopseli ...
Here , spat on his hands , and went fun !

And the bell-ringer 's hands dumpy .
And in a coffin he had seen God's shame , but shame to the prince !
Know splashing sound of a full measure
Moreover , those who believe , and who do not believe ,
Someone 's heart . And to whom, and in the stomach ,
To have been less so vile lying around !
Who fills hat who pocket who the floor,
And some just jar from the antifreeze .
Who handful , and some in a pinch ,
And who tries to one glass clinking draw.
He currently flies above the ground immaculate flock ,
And for all its missing!

I sat on the bank and listened to the whisper of blood ,
Commemorated melancholy , but time caught by the tail .
Asked of the Lord of the heavenly light ,
In a mortar natolok spruce root
Bell, but witty words for fun.
All this is involved in a wide badeyke .
Wait an hour or so ...
In the meantime , the song and ripe !