Hat and love

You told me: “You’re not a gentleman. Your mention looks like bad…”

I answered you: “Му dear, I don’t believe in it…”

But Fate, this float dream’s sister, threw off my ash head hat,

So I fell down the ground, forgot to make you sit.

I screamed “I’m not crazy”, but lattice of my mind

Began to pierce our dialog, which was like prickle pow,

So I couldn’t find the answer, clued twiggy thinking bind,

And started burn meet scarecrow, to repay it just now:

Friend, I want have a freedom among my prison state,

This dreaming is essential for my today behove,

That’s why I’m not believer in mystic lady fate,

But I believe hat feather fly directly our love.