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В нашем маленьком городке
У всех моё имя на языке.
Бешусь я или же тих и нем,
Я всё равно слыву невесть кем.
Не причинял я вреда никому,
Следуя мирно пути своему.
Но люди обычно не любят таких,
Кто хоть чуть-чуть не похож на них.
Меня все кляли неперебой,
Кроме немых, уж само собой.
Я в праздник не покидал кровать
И оставался спокойно спать,
И музыка, что звучала в окне,
Не относилась ко мне.
Не причинял я вреда никому
Тем, что мне нравилось быть одному.
Но люди обычно не любят таких,
Кто хоть чуть-чуть не похож на них.
И пальцем тыкал в меня любой,
Кроме безруких, само собой.
Однажды я, на свою беду,
С воришкой яблок столкнулся в саду,
Беднягу хозяин догнал почти,
Но я у хозяина встал на пути.
И хоть я вреда никому не принёс
Тем, что мальчишка ноги унёс,
Но люди обычно не любят таких,
Кто хоть чуть-чуть не похож на них.
И вслед мне ринулись все гурьбой,
Кроме безногих, само собой.
Теперь пророки мне не нужны,
Часы мои и так сочтены,
Вот только покрепче отыщут пеньку,
И буду болтаться я на суку.
Хоть я никому и не сделал зла,
Ступив на дорогу, что в Рим не вела,
Но люди обычно не любят таких,
Кто хоть чуть-чуть не похож на них.
Придут поглазеть на меня толпой,
Кроме слепых, уж само собой.
In our small town
Everyone has my name in the language.
I am furious or quiet and him,
I still have a whistle of anyone.
I did not harm anyone
Following his paths peacefully.
But people usually do not like those
Who is not at least a little like them.
Everyone cursed me unremarking
Except for the dumb, of course.
I did not leave the bed on the holiday
And he remained calmly to sleep
And the music that sounded in the window,
I did not belong to me.
I did not harm anyone
The fact that I liked to be alone.
But people usually do not like those
Who is not at least a little like them.
And anyone poked a finger at me,
Except for the armless, of course.
Once I, to my trouble,
With the thief of the apples, he collided in the garden,
The owner almost caught up with the poor man,
But I got in the way with the owner.
And although I did not harm anyone
The fact that the boy took his feet,
But people usually do not like those
Who is not at least a little like them.
And after me everything rushed through a crowd,
Except for legless, of course.
Now I don't need prophets,
My watch is already numbered
That's just firmly find the hemp,
And I will hang on a bitch.
Although I did not make anyone evil
Stepping on the road that I did not lead to Rome,
But people usually do not like those
Who is not at least a little like them.
They will come to stare at me in a crowd,
Except the blind, of course.
Everyone has my name in the language.
I am furious or quiet and him,
I still have a whistle of anyone.
I did not harm anyone
Following his paths peacefully.
But people usually do not like those
Who is not at least a little like them.
Everyone cursed me unremarking
Except for the dumb, of course.
I did not leave the bed on the holiday
And he remained calmly to sleep
And the music that sounded in the window,
I did not belong to me.
I did not harm anyone
The fact that I liked to be alone.
But people usually do not like those
Who is not at least a little like them.
And anyone poked a finger at me,
Except for the armless, of course.
Once I, to my trouble,
With the thief of the apples, he collided in the garden,
The owner almost caught up with the poor man,
But I got in the way with the owner.
And although I did not harm anyone
The fact that the boy took his feet,
But people usually do not like those
Who is not at least a little like them.
And after me everything rushed through a crowd,
Except for legless, of course.
Now I don't need prophets,
My watch is already numbered
That's just firmly find the hemp,
And I will hang on a bitch.
Although I did not make anyone evil
Stepping on the road that I did not lead to Rome,
But people usually do not like those
Who is not at least a little like them.
They will come to stare at me in a crowd,
Except the blind, of course.
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