Есть люди, у которых руки-крюки Не в ссоре...

There are people who have hooked hands
Do not quarrel beat dishes, not out of anger
And spoil things not at all from boredom
And water is not shed specifically
They always have green stuff in the medicine cabinet
Bandages and adhesive, peroxide and cotton
And if their deeds touched you -
Forgive them, they are not to blame
It’s hard for them to live terribly in the world
They are tired of buying dishes
From scars became multi-colored skin
And sharp corners await them everywhere
Flat surface is dangerous for them.
But there is ice, ravines, gravel ...
No need to scold them for clumsiness ...
Just imagine how tired we are ...