Cyrano de Bergerac (№ 221828)

But how can I do? Say, Les-Bray, I - as?
May be a smoothie that is smooth, rough,
Looking for a support one that is not looking?
And if it's a little different noble oak,
I like the ivy?
On the belly crawl and lowered his eyes,
Preferring the tricks of art?
With one hand to fondle the goat
Another grow cabbages?
Ministers to devote poems?
And easy rhymes play,
I waste his talent and mind for nothing?
Thank you. Thank you!
Smiles, stretching his mouth,
Drift of memorized one-liners
In the salons of the former whores, who gave a tribute to the years
And because this is not whores and ladies?
Thank you! Respectfully and Nemo
There bow, where the foot slips?
And of visit making a poem,
A poem in a hurry to do, like visit?
To give and mind, and honor, and youth...
All that is best in our best years,
To eat the rest? Thank you - no!
Thank you. Thank you!
Who is right? Who did not live to see the first gray hair
Or graying from the first humiliation?
Who is right, Les-Bray? Who better reduced
Ends meet victories defeats?
Let the dreamer I am! To me a hundred times dearer
All these mean good - my empty nonsense.
My voice alone, but even in the last hour
To serve it will be me and my conscience!