They say about me: He is of course no genius,-
Yes, agreed - not many are proud of our century, -
Integral and even other calculations
I don’t understand - I don’t have that intellect.

Once I said: "The ocean is like a basin", -
And my friend not once approached me for that -
But yet even the famous physicist Einstein,
Understood everything, like I, relatively.

I wrote a poem about padded clothing, -
And similar! .. Without flattery I want to say the following:
Once my late neighbour in the ward
Got up, crept to me in the night and began to sob loudly.

I write about everything: About animals, objects,
And I wanted about people, secretly about the love of women, -
But in the editor’s office they looked thus,
I beg pardon, Muse, I abandoned you!

They say that I am boring - yes I haven’t been to Nice, -
Yes, in poems I spoke about water and steam...
Alas, what a pity my mate perished in the hospital of periodic dipsomania
He would’ve remembered, how I impressed him once!

And now I woke up from a longlasting somnolence,
From nights with nightmares - (and) now I breathe again, -
I recovered my senses from delirium tremens -
In anticipation of what I shall write next again.