Give to the dogs some meat -
Maybe they will fight;
Give the hungover some abcent -
Perhaps they\'ll get by.
So that the crows don\'t get fat —
Put up more bugbears.
And so that those in love can meet,
Give them a secluded corner.
Throw seeds into the ground —
Perhaps shoots will appear.
Okay, I will be resigned —
Give me freedom dear!
They gave scraps of meat to the dogs —
But the dogs did not fight.
They gave vodka to drunkards —
But they refused square.
People scare crows strongly,
But the crows are not afraid.
They unite couples tightly,
And them would like better to separate.
They poured water on the ground glebe -
There are no ears of corn — a portent.
I was yesterday given freedom.
What am I going to do with that?