Mansurov, zakadyshny friend,
Put a wreath of thorns!
Breathe - and suddenly a glass of drink
For the health Krylova.
Trust, it is true to you.
Like a virgin Lassi,
She pokorstvuet fate
And Mrs. Kazassi.
But soon a happy hand
School taps casts,
Velvet lies before you
AND <………………>.
