Racing Doesn’t Amuse The Hungry,
Can’t Fill Their Stomachs –
They Need Bread…
Life Leaves The Shore,
And The “jam” Appears,
Life Fights Against The Riverbed.
That Girl Smiles Enticingly,
Entraps A Man, Ropes Him With Craze.
The Little Boy – The Tiny “rubbish-Robber”
Holds A Duster, And Blows At The Pains.
Thanks To The Very Street-Girl
He Gets A Chance To Earn A Buck.
A Man Is Glad To Meet His “darling”.
Those Street-Girls Bring Good Luck…
11.02.2001
Translated from Georgian
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