My mental health is in disagreement.
All that I used to live deeply slam.
Body transformed into doddery cement,
I am like Lenin prior Mausoleum.

And you are in love with a popular artist,
You don`t observe me from large eminence.
Even communists were not so torment by fascists
Until the Great Patriotic War ends.

I gave you any fun things and flowers.
There are rubber gnome and an air balloon.
But you were making some strange sounds.
You did not wish to snog with me soon.

You stopped call me for a visit at last
And laughed with widely open mouth.
I was quaking in boots without the rest,
Wiping cold sweat by sleeve near your house.

How can I be? All values have lost general,
My youth is rolling under the splay.
Every night I dream of Anna Karenina
Who jumped with hoarse shout under steam train.

Darling! Perhaps having read this confessional
You`ll fathom that acted is not rather well,
That I`m alive person, I don`t gyps material
And heart in my chest instead any jar.