A year ago I wrote a poem, concerning nineties. I will translate it from my excellent Russian to my broken English as best, as I can.
The Nineties
I drunked “Rakia”
I have fucked Maria
I had my happiness accented
And commandant me “browning”
presented
Such were years nineties
Were populated by the serbs,
the mighties
Were truly wonderful those years!
Near Saraevo, amongst mountaineers
I was Iovan Tintor best friend
And Tintor wasn’t guy with happy end
He was a military chef and he got lost
So president have Tintor fired
from his post
That time I have expressed
by the reportages
With the ecstasies, excesses
and with rages
O, nineties those years!
Maria’s red moisty clitoris
And Serbian silent rivers
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December 2nd, 2005 | Leave Comment