Дмитрий Авилов - Король
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For years forgotten
Between the jesters and tossed it,
The king lived. Not famous.
Because he just lived.

Restlessly and godlessly
I drank wine, sinned like a tattoo,
My king ... is not difficult to understand,
You can even justify.

Whatever day - then a leg in the stirrup,
Cook, but to the tournament.
There was such a time:
Either a fight or a feast.

And one princess lived
In the old castle by the window.
Devoted days to the process
Fluttling the canvas.

A romantic person
Years of incomplete ten.
Well, you need to fall in love so that
Sour, Lord forgive.

He wanted to pour out her soul -
And she in response to blame:
I am not in the right to not listen to you,
But unable to understand you.

Elder on the edge of the grave
Not to the face to blow in a pitch
And the king, my dear angel,
Not a visiting minstrel.

Here's a life school
On the love strip:
My king stood as naked.
But then - in all its glory.

Swayed, as in delirium, the world,
Splitting the usual life -
And the king died at first,
And then he was forgotten.

Here is no morality.
What morality is there?
People lived, died ...
In the palace, or in the basement ...
These are the trawls.
Here is such a pastoral.