Дмитрий Кимельфельд - Монисто
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When you turn into Monte Cristo
And take revenge on your beautiful dreams
Don't forget the scarlet necklace
Given by a loud-mouthed gypsy
At Irpen station to your girlfriend
Who truly was like a cherry
In a Serbian vest the color of kaolin
And on the cheerful edge of the meadow
He, as always, was superfluous
For shoulders and shoulder blades
Ripe raspberries
Only lips did not delight you
Skin and everything that has been worshiped for centuries
Kings, reapers, soldiers, ice axes
Everything for which forest grasses were crushed
Revenge is not revenge on power and sovereignty
Not on the drunken rabble who leaped about
But on those hopes that trembled like leaves
Buzzed like wasps over jam
The heart stood before the cuckoo
And it screamed furiously into the distance
The necklace was just a rattle
But how joyful It rang
Your irony will be of no use
It will break on a false note
Revenge is the revenge of old things on the descendants of others
To the shaggy masters of young flesh
Your gentle angel bids you farewell
Other shores call the bugler
He remains as serene as ever
And here's the necklace, yes, here's the necklace