Igor Belkin

To what I'm just like a drop of water in the ocean
Or a drop of rain on the machine glass front,
But not the erased list of antediluvian edition of the Koran
Is not a biblical prophet in his dismal attire!

I grain of sand from the sea everyday ailments
I like the word stuck to each lip
And I went to ... a total heap of ignorance and knowledge,
I Vici I potty at wicker in bygone gorodbe!

Send, do not care!
Cigarette in his mouth and sneakers to his neck in dust,
I am a Russian man, but not redneck Faceted Chamber
B trunks stuffed with our hard-earned Dollars!

Let It takes all the same I meant break up a stone,
Earn a penny to feed herself and her children,
Plunging into Saturday's white-green flame
Surrogate bottles of high-building of the capital on her ...

To what I have simple razedrit my hanger at the root!
Compose words, but they are ugly,
As if I dragged them out of the blue sea
I do not have their hearts warmed as thin arms girls ...

Maybe something is wrong and my verse sounds
Do not reach the world mired in the hardships of day
Where Beethoven white catches the rhythms deaf ear,
So how do I catch them on the aorta in his rhymes? ..
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