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.
