Под настроение. Люблю говорить слова, Не совсем подходящие....

Depends on the mood.

I like to say the words
Not quite suitable.
Braid me blue
Threads, thinly ringing!

Of all the chains and bondage
Pulling the wrong lines
Where every word is password
Penetrate the secrets of the evening.

Your words are torturous
As if nailed to the cross.
Grass whispers to me in the evening
Speech gentle and sleepy.

Cleared of all bondage
Rhymes are monotonous.
Decaying pain subsides
To the melodies of sad and impassive.

Freely sings the blue
Songs clinking obscurely.
Give birth to the secret of the word -
Not quite suitable. (with)