No Magomayev, and, alas

No Magomayev, and, alas.. At times I'm off-key here and there. Through ears into the depths of the head I make my way, juggling words. Among the ruins and the bogs Peer Gynt in the hall of mountain trolls. Like an unnoticed assassin Not armed with poison, but with mighty will. I'll stir an ecstasy in you — You didn't know you had it in you. As if you kicked for the first time Inside your mother's cozy womb. You'll drum, but not in time with hers — with your own micro body's beat. And having grasped this weighty fact — Go forward, smiling, steadfast, bold. Along this path do not lose Your memories, the real ones