Posts Tagged ‘poem’

С иронией про robbing…

Среда, Июль 23rd, 2008

There’re three common types of robbing:
A hold-up, a burglary and a marauding.
Commonly raider acts alone,
But he always comes with a gun.
What does a hold-up usually say? –
Give up the money! This a raid!
Give him the money – he’s not kidding –
Or don’t, if you wanna be killed.
A burglar often uses a picklock or a crow bar
And needs an accomplice to be on guard,
To watch the street and to holla
If nearby there’s a cop roller.
A looter acts during disasters, commotions,
Namely when people are busy with their emotions.
He makes use of a fuss to his good
So that others’ belongings to loot.

A Prayer

Понедельник, Июль 21st, 2008

My life is like thousands of others,
I have similar sorrows, similar troubles.
But I never despair cuz I don’t care.
I’m just talking to myself a prayer.
Through disasters, devastation
It’s my sole hope for salvation.
I’m praying in a little room
Benighted in a pious gloom.
I ain’t trying to save my skin
But to redeem my awful sins.
And I believe that God will hear
My prayer whispered with fear,
And that after my demise
I’ll find myself in paradise.