“I was reproached for everything except the weather...”

I was reproached for everything except the weather,

and I myself often threatened myself with severe vengeance.

But soon, as they say, I will take off my shoulder straps

and become just one star.

I'll flicker in the wires lieutenant of the sky

and hide in the cloud, hearing the thunder,

not seeing how the army under the onslaught of consumer goods

running, pursued by a feather.

When there is no longer what was around,

it doesn't matter if they take you into the ring or it's a blitz.

So a schoolboy, once seeing ink in a dream,

ready to multiply better than other tables.

And if you don't expect thanks for the speed of light,

something common, maybe non-existence armor

appreciates attempts to turn her into a sieve

and thank me for the hole.