Maxim-Forester (BG)
I wanted a glass of wine – they give me to drink milk,
Oh I will grow a bull, I will go to howl as a wolf.
Lead me sooner with Maxim-Forester,
Maybe he will suggest how go out in the open field.
Whether they pulled out pin bolt, or bond of times is torn,
Gentlemen became friends yeah with gentleman's abomination.
On the holy mount Montmartre there's a magical Simon,
He changes us aces on sixes with rubbish.
Formerly from above rode God, from below jumped petty demon,
And now we are all equal, all of us are anonyms.
White Mercedes drove into through a hole in heavens,
He gave out to all in three rubles and drove past.
Cups with poison and with wine froze on weight
Oh, Themis, where is thy sword, where were you before?
My inspiration walks naked in the forest,
Now she will look at me, and now where further.
And I again want wine, they give me to drink milk,
Oh I will grow a bull, I will go to howl as a wolf.
Lead me sooner with Maxim-Forester,
Maybe he will suggest how go out in the open
field.
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