В час отлива возле чайной я лежал в...

At low tide near the teahouse
I lay in a sad night
told friends
about Oz and the greatness of being,
but suddenly a black raven
mixed up in conversations
flashing blue eyes
he said:
"And the fig ?!"

I cried out, "I feel sorry for you, bird,
you’ll be born a man,
higher happiness to work,
half-planet of cutting ... "
He said: "And the fig ?!"

"Will you, - a great mentor,
god of machines, experiments,
you will be a bronze of monuments
famous all over the world ... "
He said: "And the fig ?!"

"Destroying the oligarchs,
you set up the aggregates
replace democracy
king and lackey ... "
He said: "And the fig ?!"

I said: "And if you want, you will
sleep in an abandoned hut
morning fingers girls
will put cherries on the lips
the wilderness is such that it is not audible
neither praise nor blasphemy ... "

He replied: "Everything is mura,
slave standard, king of nature,
you are free without freedom
you fly in a car
but the car - without a steering wheel ...
Oza, Rose Lee, Bitch -
how boring metamorphoses are
in the box sooner or later ...
Life was - and on a fig ?! "

How to tell him scum
that we live not to die, -
to touch a miracle with lips
kiss and stream!
The miracle of living is inexplicable.
Who didn’t live - what to argue with them ?!

Could - yes, fig?

 A. Voznesensky