Balcony Is Glassed, Poem by Liza Sud

Balcony is glassed,
stands the tobacco smoke,
Voices you hear chime-
dispute cheerfully boils.

In the court - the October is,
King of the dead leaves,
I'm standing in negligee,
you do not argue with me,

newspaper I want to read,
watch news on a Tv set
pour me borscht please,
yoo argue all in vain.

now the night falls
On houses - the box
it's a communal night
dreams where you are alone.

you will open your eyes
And it is pitch black,
I don't need you to come,
Quickly go away.