Leonid Filatov. The love for three oranges (№ 346459)

Play death - a very bad omen,
And I, miserable fool, I forgot about it.
The main concern for the Creator
Did not play in role to the end.
Too I skillfully pretended to be
And overworked and overdone.
In the pursuit of naturalness I
Crossed the border of existence.
And the audience, though hurt himself in a cake -
No respect for the death of fun.
You can bring a crowd to tears
Only in the case when you die seriously.