And soul and head, in pain, it seems, -
Believe me, that I’m do not pretend.
Two hundred thousands - to one, who’ll free me!
Well, and I will try, of course I’m.

I need to go there, where wind with pines, -
I need to, and that’s all, - over there more exciting!
Share at least all your smokes
And in addition also - the songs.

Give me a mouthful of a different air!
Do I dare to grumble? Surely, I dare.
It smells in here... And may be, the question in perfume?..
I will thank you, when I could.

Though my nerves are made of tin,
My tranquility finished for ever.
Hey, you, my bared nerves!
Get back to life - and walk as if like crippled;

Don’t look at me, because I’ve clenched my lips, -
If word get’s out, it will be - angry one, -
I would’ve in the slippers run away to taiga, -
Bury myself somewhere - a howl!