You do not know, Manon, how you look from above -
Like pink solid radish
With the intercepted kichka
Green foliage deployed
Its tail to success,
But not quite explaining
addressless nickname.
Oh, if it were true, Manon,
We could change -
Rise in the direction of the sky,
And not root crops,
You are much quick
Could learn from me,
To look with disgust at the ground,
Where you're from.
Manon, I looked today
In the morning through the window -
The man was lying on the floor,
Cutting at the edge
A huge black dress -
Nearly half,
And I realized that in you
Every day I die.
Manon, every day
On the edge of the sun dissolves,
Manon, come out of the earth
And start smiling -
Manon, I will not argue now,
Do not fight,
Manon, I did not know how right it was -
Finish.
