Translated material
Pity
(30+more)
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I like to write to the newspaper
Which is no longer
For a few coins,
Which are not there either,
About the homeland this one,
Which is no longer
On the best of the planets
(I would like - but no).
I like to save the planet
What no sense is no longer,
At least a general
Only ski in response.
I love my newspaper
That, looking into this abyss,
She lasted thirty years
(Which are no more).
Who closed the newspaper -
Of course, sink into oblivion:
The problem is my light,
That there are no lies either.
I will add a secret
That there is no future
But there is an immortal ** grandfather
(Immortals, however, no).
Left to wander around the world
Not tilted to pyte
A talented poet
A country that is not.
How the poet likes
All that is not here!
Poets, your honor
Hostile everything that is.