Jungle (BG)
Deep in the jungle,
Where I'll come back, when I finish affairs;
Deep in the jungle,
Where everyone knows that soot is white;
Deep in the jungle,
They drink since they drink,
Because otherwise nothing understand,
But enough to throw a match,
And a fire will be already not to appease
In the jungle.
When the night was a girl,
And every day was an ocean wave,
Saucers did not fly into out the window,
All my words remained with me,
I said - stop, here is my body,
Here is my head and here is what in it is.
While I'm alive, I want to see the world,
About which it's impossible to read
In the jungle.
I want to see doctor
With the medicine in a clean hand,
Or priest with which
I'll can speak the same language,
I want to see heaven; real heaven,
From which this is only little part.
And I'm coming back here,
Here there is to where to fly up,
And there is to where to fall.
And grass is always green
On other shore, when on this – a prison.
Like said Maxim Gorky to Cleopatra,
When they went mad:
"If you want to preserve your sphinxes,
Move them into our threshing-floor.
We know that the main thing in life –
It's to give a little light, if became dark
To someone in the jungle."
So no need to telephone me,
At the telephone station is pestilence.
There is no sense to write me letters,
Letters here carries a thief.
He is indifferent to any words,
But as not to take if it's in the blood;
While we're writing on banknotes,
There is no sense to write about love
Hither in the jungle.
Deep in the jungle,
Where I'll come back, when I finish affairs;
Deep in the jungle,
Where everyone knows that soot is white;
Deep in the jungle,
Where they drink since they drink,
Because otherwise nothing understand,
One may even not to throw a match,
Fire will be anyway never to appease.
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