I am not happy with the July siesta,
I lay in a hot, sticky sweat for a long time,
A is intended to be a wonderful role:
"Samaritan with an umbrella at the post."

In the rain I save from the drama townswoman,
Those that left their umbrella somewhere,
And escorting evil puritans,
Hiding under the smile of ambition and bluff.

In the peak of snowfall, thunderstorms, bad weather
Everywhere I carry "Three Elephants" folding.
I do not allow chilling people
On weekdays, hateful and on weekends.

I see a wet girl
In a dress stuck to the high chest.
Immediately take her hand on the left,
Umbrella take out, and we are on the way.

Having suffered from the disaster
Women cling to me in admiration.
I heat, I read poems to them,
Accompanied to the house in the heat.

Service is convenient, and citizens are thrilled.
From the top models to the real frightened.
Lesbians love to talk to me,
I will give a lot for a year, I so pleased.

I rewrote my hometown
Waitresses, cashiers and doctors.
Many gave me three times,
Umbrella leaving in the closet among things.

In autumn and winter I live wonderfully
Moving from bed to bed.
Clouds and hail help charmingly,
Doors in the alcove opens a blizzard.

Spoils sex hot tart summer,
I am stingy with a stupid bastard.
Without erotic support, response,
Anachronism with a useless umbrella.

I wait, thunder entangles the earth with nets,
Khmary tightened gray haze
The ladies will tremble in the rain.
I will not miss! Never! None!!!