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...