Poetry

The Master and Margarita

(Machine translation - Google)
In breast uncertain excitement...
Yearning and stupor,
Delight, fright, dumb sandman,
Love hot languor...
It burns the sweetness of the Roma
And look sharp, indiscreet...

You unnoticed, rash
Broke into my variable life...
You just love the wind, right?
And tickle someone else's nerves
By reading between the lines of thought,
In the dotted line of counter-points...

Blind pain becomes bylyu...
Sadness at the back of a chair wings,
Forgetting taste windy happiness...

But I desperately cruise!
Your Margarita become happy
That you raised, my old master!