He has a dream: that our fleet
enters the Port of America.
We are welcomed by them, they sing:
roses, flags everywhere!
And New York applauds!
Is it not like the dream of Brodsky?
as for poets - letters chant a song,
so the soldiers - to Zhirinovsky!
he could eat only after stepfather,
over losses he saw his mom crying,
had a wish to hand out everything -
Angel of Russian Empire!
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem having a nice dream. Enjoyed with attractive photo provided. Thanks for sharing....10