Я куплю себе туфли к фраку, Буду петь...

I'll buy myself shoes to dress coat,
I will sing psalm at night
I'll get a big dog.
Nothing like living.
And when shoes are worn
And the dog will die of old age
Ashes will be in the fireplace
Stars with the sky will be bitten by the frost
It will be night, like a piece of ice, fragile,
Will the music of darkness breathe
On the bedding from the old coat
Will cute puppy lie
New coat hangs on the chair
A pair of shoes standing at the door.
Living in a new way is very difficult
It’s harder to live

M.A. Bulgakov