Yes, I am not a woman!
I am not a woman, Daniel Brick!
I don’t want to go to Europe.
May be only in my dream!
I don’t want to marry (how gloomy!)
to see narrowly – husband and child –
and see nothing except – how stupid!
But! Many ‘poets’ praise it high!
I am singing this song tenderly,
slightly wobbling from left to the right,
I write this smilimg slyly, like Lenin,
this genius super-man.
Yes, I am not a woman!
And not lessbian – how sad!
Who am I? – I will not hint to you!
I’ll keep silence and blow and smile.
Yes, I am not a woman!
Opened spaces inside my blood!
I am too happy to become a woman.
(and few are there to understand) .
Yes, I am not a woman!
Being a woman – is ancient junk!
Yes, I am not a woman!
Applaud to this, if you can!
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