Ростислав Чебыкин - Нет, бабка, нет
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I remember I was a pioneer - I also have a certificate.
Once I translated a grandmother across the road.
Brought out from under the fire
To the light of a new day.
“And now,” she says, “kiss me.”

No, grandmother, no!
Your weaving is hostile to me.
Throw odious claims!
No, grandmother, no!

And yesterday, as always, the customer called at lunch.
He wants everything that is ready, urgently rewind:
“Change everything in a row
Do what they say
I’m crying for you grandmas - please lick my ass. ”

No, grandmother, no!
Your weaving is hostile to me.
Throw odious claims!
No, grandmother, no!

I will feel more and more acutely over the years in my soul anxiety:
As if I lead the grandmother across the road.
There is no beginning to the end
Grandma sharpens the braid,
I no longer know how long I will endure.

No, grandmother, no!
Your weaving is hostile to me.
Throw odious claims!
No, grandmother, no!

No, grandmother, no!
Your lips are disgusting to me.
How is the universe tolerate you?
No, grandmother, no!

Away, grandmother, away!
Return with all your bad
In the bosom of htonic infernes!
Away, grandmother, away!

Distant, grandmother, perish!
Resolve, liquidate, disappear
From being and from this song!
Distant, grandmother, perish!
Distant, grandmother, perish!
Distribution forever!