The sands are probably the hot Saharas,
Ile among buffalo hunting Safari.
Knock on stopping heels tom-toms,
Near the railway line.

Illuminated by the radiance of the dazzling sun
On the drum rain and even hail and cold.
All the ladies before you are no more beautiful than the Japanese,
When you go them, by raising the gate.

Glitter boots, like shines katuffy,
Bike or can scooter.
Flickering legs from work to work,
In the winter in the snow. In the autumn in a whirling leaf fall.

Asphalt minted and typed feet,
Miss beauty Astafevsky Z. Z. L. County.
Drilling pedestrians men eyes
Sneaky unclaimed to the matrimony of the bride.

The years go by, and you're alone all this time,
Looks like a "smart" goddess, "educated" so.
Untouchable in the carelessness
I feel sorry to see such queens and it hurts.

Isis! Where is your spouse Osiris ?!
Where is Andromache your Great Hector ?!
Where is the queen of "Star Wars" that captain Attilis ?!
Love Inspector in Circle Professor.

Sad eyes princess noisy stops,
Not that moms are like a ritual knife.
As hara-kiri cuts from the bottom up and exactly to the side,
And in the wound pours salt pood and finely crumbles it.

Well, who are you my black hell angel?
Or maybe you gardens that Angel of joy from Paradise.
Looks like a whim of a bunch of small character,
Nature moloduhi, clearly visible, Freaky.

Love is a dangerous game at the abyss of the barrier,
And maybe dark, sobbing you grieve at night.
Sobbing, angry at the whole genus of male panther,
And you do something between your legs with your hands.

Even Avicenna won't help you here
The shaman, the sorcerer is unable even to Margarita the Master.
Do not you have one such beautiful problem
As indelible cross puts on the fate of the marker.

Like a stranger you are from the constellation of Orion,
Among the ice floes in the Atlantic, the "confident" Titanic is in itself.
Four train cars fly up to Ovsyanka again,
As flies over Pearl Harbor Ben Aflik.

Roar toot! And in the way cars are torn down,
And among the trenches of Ovsyansky flashed windows of the frame.
Flashed in the windows of the conductors epaulets,
And sharp eyes like Bushido's queen's mom's sword.

Rumbled, shaking everything around the wheel,
Your princess has disappeared into a shroud of fog.
The windows flashed behind the cliff bull.
No more tam-tam heels were heard.

And I'm standing, saddened by my fate,
For what you fired, and you refused me.
The fragrance of your perfume and sultry bedrooms melted
In dreams, where you often visited them with me.

A. Kiselev, A. 16. 09. 09.