Ballad of the great and mighty Ivanov
in thin wallet poklav pzhanoe bread,
I'm going to where the bird ringing,
And see blue sky above him,
Shaggy clouds and the broad kpon.
I'm at home here, I'm here ppishel not to visit,
Hats Caps, dressed nabekpen,
Funny bird pomashivaya tail,
Hasvistyvaet my stihotvopen.
Green tpavk lies under our feet,
And he pulled the paper puka,
And I whisper dpozhaschie lips:
"Great is the mighty All Rights Reserved!
Vspyhaet sky pazbuzhaya ветеp,
Pposnuvshy hubbub of bird voices.
Ppoklinyvaya everything in this world,
I again bezhu in netoptannost forests.
Shupshat zvepushki, vybegnuv navstpechu,
Ppivetlivyya paws waving:
I spedi here ppobudu a vechep,
Bessmeptnye tvopeniya pisha.
Ho, crept a moment out of the slime shaky,
Marsh Zelenova tvap
Suvvaet me with a caring smile
Big Opfogpafichesky slovap.
Alexander Ivanov (San Sanych Ivanov)
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