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Yulia, Yulia, Yulia.
Now, you reminded me about one day in Ukraine when I with my friends went to "Dacha" to have fun, to smoke and drink some vodka&beer. My friend Artem made this poetry that day on a piece of foil paper using a nail.
*****Narod shlyaetsa
*****A Zheka valyaetsa
*****Ryadom Mishka primostilsa
*****On ved' vodkoy ugostilsa
*****A na lavochke sidit,
*****Potihon'ku "Temp" dymit
*****Nash Artem, spokoinyy paren',
*****Vesom on svoim uvalen'.
*****My grustim, nemnozhko v kayfe
*****Pivo konchilos', no v "life"e
*****Vsyo normal'no, zhizn' idet
*****Tuchka po nebu plivyot
*****Smert' spokoyno dush sosyot
*****Sotni dve v bol'noy strane
*****Chto sidit v bol'shom der'me
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NO NASH MIR-BUTYLKA PIVA,
ON ZHELEZEN... RASTA VIVA.
Regards..........................................................
PS: Almost forgot to tell you that I AM Shevchenko. So you may consider me a great poet.
[This message has been edited by Zhenya (edited 10 December 1999).]
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