I was left in the dark of the moon
My other favorite. Well, so what!
He joked: “rope-dancer!
As you will live until May? ”

He replied, as his brother,
I’m not jealous, do not complain,
But I can not replace the loss
Four new raincoat.

Let terrible my way, even dangerous,
Even more frightening path of anguish …
As my Chinese parasol red,
Rubbed with chalk shoes!

Band of fun to play,
And smiling mouth.
But the heart knows the heart knows,
With the fifth empty bed!