Yanka Kupala. (№ 335200)

Wherever you look - people, people,
Wherever you look - rogue, rogue.
And every himself in the chest will beat
That, he says, genuinely honest.
One steals the wealth multiplies,
Other bezdomnye dogs.
Trouble to make something everyone can.
To get rid of their trouble - not just.
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The fate of the left and right,
Like a bitch, tail wagging.
One paper in a shroud,
On the other Noces schelkaet.
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Damn merry - bares his teeth only.
In hell already crammed gate.
Glad rogue, a witch turns a polka.
This disorder is his work.