Omelet
I have dates
Also eggs
And butter for omelet
Yes omelet
This omelet is carpet
Magic one
Leap in time
And a tour
Caspian
We were three
My friend
And my wife also me
NCO he was and
Officer, lieutenant on my side
Shoulder-Ranks and on arms
Were worthless in my thought
He was good, like Ebi
Made fire, made omelet
Then the fish
Beluga
When he talked it was fun
Stories of high-ranks, generals
Fleeing new ones
On horseback, on donkeys and camels or car trunks
Yes my dates and my eggs are magic
The carpet that flew without gas in sky
Stories that are told and much more
With my friend stories flood me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem