Михаил Иванович Ножкин - А на кладбище всё спокойненько
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A quarter century in works and worries, I,
I run, rush, yes, I hurry,
And how free time will be -
I go out for a walk.

There, in the cemetery, so calmly,
Neither enemies nor friends see,
Everything is cultural, everything is decent,
Exceptional grace.

We have a strange fate -
We are worried at night and day
And we gnaw at the meetings,
We tend to the throat with a derer.

And in the cemetery so calmly
Neither enemies nor friends see,
Everything is cultural, everything is decent,
Exceptional grace.

And my family is a scandalous pack,
This drunken, drury neighbor,
You are my communal apartment -
In the afternoon and night, there is still no peace.

And in the cemetery so calm
Among the verb, poplars and birches,
Everything is cultural, everything is decent,
And the apartment issue is resolved there.

Here, for example, you want to drink you,
And they don’t give you anywhere to drink -
Everyone creaks and threaten a sober -up,
Yes, they spit into a drunk soul.

And in the cemetery so calm
From the public in the distance,
Everything is cultural, everything is decent,
And a snack on a tubercle.

Old people, I am a Shakespeare by vocation,
I would write "Hamlets" to write, friends,
But there is no recognition from critics,
There is no life from the police.

And in the cemetery according to tradition
Do not hear anyone, not to see
There are no critics or police,
Exceptional grace.