Evening Urgant (№ 300773)

Straining the press, go deeper into the woods.
As a party of eunuchs, the place is pristine here.
With ill-concealed delight, the mosquitoes suck,
Moisture leaf pushing, I use the branch.
- Hey, baby, are you edible? Not fake?
- My leg cut is the best test.
Argue with the guys for about, and put at risk.
It is foolish to cling to life, all gonna die someday.
Somewhere about three o'clock I'll cook this mushroom.
Be sure you wash - I don't want a bad trip!