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Poems from a Stool · 2021

Bro, remember how it all went down

Bro, remember how it all went down? We grabbed whatever came around! The vice of a closed vicious circle — We were each other's prop and pillar. Fate kept tasting us, to test — We swallowed it all, and it wasn't enough. We dreamt big — how else, I guess? We can do it all, right, bracho? Sometimes we cried there in the kitchen, Our eyes in the dark never stopped glistening. We'd dip our tongues in alcohol, Screaming, the soul tore to break free of it all. My friend, we've walked so many miles. We didn't lose heart — we just knew! That we'd live as if in a fairy tale. Free — and not on anyone's cue. Bro, I wish you peace to keep, Calm airwaves all around! Chill and enjoy it, the whole life long! Vaya con Dios, my man!
Draft translation, the author is still revising it · written in Russian