my stomach contains you,
these bones, starting to crack,
I have the highest of hopes
while walking on Leninova street.

She makes love to your beard
and you grow flowers in it,
so why do you let everyone to
see your spring's blooming?

You've taken one step into the celestial zone...
stay there as long as you can,
as long as you have the permission,
the pleasure, the softness you get