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I would have been the prince - the prince if he was rich,
Would be rich if I were smart ...
Only all , as always - again in front of me lie
Scarce land of proud and evil tribes.

 Back to calendar months mark ,
Again assume cartridges and crackers ...
Again lose in the way the prince print
Browning and the keys to your door .

 Wandering in the darkness of sadness, like the midnight thief,
Howling blizzard , devices are crazy.
Sit - ka I to the table, I will write to you
Letters from tundra long as winter .

Ship postal letter bags , ribbon flowing, melting wax ,
Black marks post office stamp the brand of distant countries ...
I fell asleep , I see you in the ranks of the army and the ray from the clouds ,
And in this line of - our princely flag , blue, like the ocean ...

My lone bugle 's not singing the dawn,
For days in a row, feeble and tired.
He remembers the march ,
The one that lives inside
White shells from the shore red rocks.

Sailboat on the wave,
Drunk chant strollers
Copper solo - & quot; Every living - the poop & quot ;!
Would be among them, and me ,
I would hear
Sinks intricate sing ...

Modest postal mule letters from afar
Drags across the sky in a blister dawn
Above the eastern mountains in pink clouds
Mired his perkalevoe wing.

In the shifting glow of lanterns
In the chilly pre-dawn quiet,
Where the road old spruce and mossy boulders ,
Something you will notice - and soon
Predict than make out
My redhead takes my crumpled uniform
Aqua ...