Apple By Vera Polozkova Translation
Try eating an apple without this hurling
Little sigh of yours concerning
The fact that society's sick to its core
And that your soul is so damn sore.
Without pondering, contemplating whether
This perspective and this wheather
Would make a nice or the gretest shot with him
And not considering his whims -
That's what would make a real nice charm.
So be with this yummy apple from this farm,
With its scarlet side and pearl flesh
Instead of a debate with self or a thrash.
How's eating it? Is taste flowing?
How's the first minute of your freedom going?
How do you like this pure, honest
Statement of Mother Nature this still August?
It's great here, right? Having overcome
Triad obstacles and as you stare into the sun,
Seeing flaws of rationality.
Can't eat an apple? Don't start with spirutiality...
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