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In the open field - the slanting rain .
Hey , poverty - for the soul nor spear !
I did not know where I am, where Russia
A much as I do without ney ?

Only time shivering , batters.
Who for all, if the spirit - two ?
In the company of a third without a foreskin
Unnamed rooster crows .

Do not know how to forge iron I -
Oh, before I bow miles of black smoke !
In the second world poetry
And is designed to fit the ordinary .

In the open field - rain slanting
Yes no abyss , no horse.
I did not know how to love Russia ,
And where it without me?

And you can tune to live differently
You can break the thread .
Only grow new boy
For me , reptile fight.

So listen , how do we all not ashamed?
Hey up - save your soul!
You know, a shame when it is not visible
I heard all that listened .
I am very ashamed when it is not visible ,
I heard all that listened .

Be alive - live to death.
Look into the pool and believe fate -
As note in the empty envelope
Addressed to himself.

Where night razotret anxiety
Where would be unbearable -
That's where you and the road ,
Make up your mile .

In their native black spots anger
Sin resentful fools .
And the money - well, that's the same nails,
And just to stretch our hands .

But I cracked his copybook -
Ax to chop me in the mouth !
Ah, so here squeeze slingshot -
And like or dislike !

And those who know , do not have to regret .
And the blood - it is oh, red on the world !
Pity sister as a brother -
I beg you, I shall die .

And with love - God be with her, with a sweet ...
Because , as I was guilty .
And do not whine E , have mercy ,
Cry all cry " Hallelujah !"

On the fronts of World Poetry
People are honest - all holy.
I did not know where to look for Russia ,
And Russia is " Ross " and you .

And I am ready for any rack .
Lift me , dear , oh!
I speak for all - thank you.
Oh, save me, save me, God !

In the open field - the slanting rain .
Yes I do not need any shield or spear .
I saw you, Russia .
And now look where I am.