I heeded then to cries of monkeys,
That jumped from one bough to other...
Perhaps, I was in a state drunken,
When trusted wholly to their advices:
Advice - to jump, advice - to race,
Advice - to fly in the passion jungles...
Then I'd escaped all the bad vices -
Of love to power...
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2010/06/17/6004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem