The spy poem

Женя Строкач
I see a picture in my brain 
Shaded figure,night and rain
Lantern swinging back and forth
Let me rest,please...dreaming force

To numerous places he has been
That's Work for people who seem keen
Voice of homeland tortures soul
The spy has got to play his role

Again! Acting wild. Again! Thoughts kept bright
Today- steal and vanish,tomorrow-burn and punish

Scrambled record intercepted
Then you know some ways he acted
You r down and shout at crew
But nothing left to do
But nothing left to do

Politic themes and science papers
Or maybe secret talks of traders
Awful plot of salesmen
Some conspiracy of statesmen

That is what he's after
Goes through things with laughter 
The invisible,unhurt for you
And what is your IQ?

Spy is running,spy is still
While obstacles show his will
Was to catch and leave high flame
He will enter hall of fame

Someday you turn the page
And try to lead on stage
Moment of truth for the life
Do not hide a knife

Think he's caught in the middle
And mind crackling a little
Flash,explosion and you're teased
Once again the agent missed

How he thinks and what he does
Do not give a second chance
Can't you fix him,are you fool?
Agent-spy suggests the rule

Returns to headquarters
In the native waters
From pride to fame and glory
They praise his talent only

Dont rest there's no time for them to waste
You hear talks about bandits somewhere based
Leave at night by taking air flight
So you never needed any guide