| BATH HUT, THE "WHITE" WAY Will you heat up the bath-hut, good lady - I will anger myself, having mourned. Up the benchskirts, close to the very edge, I'll exterminate all pangs of qualm. I will slacken off up to indecency, Then - a cold bail to set vein at rest. And the brand of the Stalin Cult days, again, Will show blue, tattooed, on the left breast. Will you heat, will you heat, will you heat up the bath-hut, the 'white' way, I've been off from the wide for so long. I'll feel giddy, and then, to me, heady, Scolding vapor will loosen the tongue. So much faith has been toppled, so much wood's been felled, Lots of grief tasted, lots of tracks passed. Stalin's profile stands out on the left breast, On the right one - Marinka en face. For my selfless devotion and steadfast faith Years and years I enjoyed 'paradise', Having bartered away utter foolishness For a gloomy, unbearable life. Will you heat up the bath-hut, the 'white' way, I've been off from the wide for so long, I'll feel giddy, and then, to me, heady, Scolding vapor will loosen the tongue. I remember myself, on an early morn, Having time just to yell: Bro, help out! And two guards drove me off my Siberian home To another Siberian spot. Later, be it in marshes or quarries, Suffocating from tears and from grass, Close to hearts we tattooed Stalin's profiles So he heard throbbing break our hearts. Don't you heat up the bath-hut the 'white' way, I've been off from the wide for so long, I'll feel giddy, and then, to ... |
