Translated material
Satellite
- Answer me, artificial Earth satellite,
Product of unbridled thought,
Why are you flying from home in the distance
In cosmic disastrous height?
Why are you, introducing into the temptation of the Creator
Its defiant look,
At any moment to wait for the end
Do you risk when meeting with a car?
- Then I fly from home in the distance,
The devil is a crooked crooked
So that the dark forces could not forever
The war is to untie the world.
So that the mother is swinging in the cradle of a child,
Not knowing sadness-grinding
So that the virgins, wreaths from the daisies of the gossip,
Their boys were handed over with ardent.
- Thank you, my artificial friend,
I was not waiting for the other answer
Fly and further than the planet around
At the speed of sound and light!
And if you ever fall down,
Losing physical strength
Forever a Soviet country youth
He will remember your appearance beautiful.
10/07/2007 The material was published in the newspaper No. 187 dated 08.10.2007.