Yellow lights get in my dream, And I fizzle, yawning: For? the action, it may seem, Dusk is worse than morning. Yet the morning does not bring Onetime joyful thinking: Just tobacco puffing rings And hangover drinking.         Reply Taverns have green drinks with spice, Tissues white and crimson. Itís the? paupersí paradise, But to me - a prison. Church is full of smoke and soot, Deans on weed have gotten. No! Religion is not good: All is bad and rotten.                                                                
© ?. Translation, 2008