The moon came out into the sky and shone
Lay down on the ground thoughtful light
And the leaves, whispering, told
This sad tale to the grass.
Everything in the neighborhood was Smoking from the pipes,
Tightened the sick sky,
Because there's soap in the country
Cooks an old, gloomy factory.
The stench is thick on the roads,
The evil reptile predatory creeps.
Grey debris the wind plays
At the closed iron gate.
And walks sighing dejectedly
The factory has a fool.
What makes soap
Can't guess in any way.
Here is and night has come deaf
Soon the rustling stopped in the bushes
Menacingly the air sounds frightening
Before the plant passes the composition.
Darkness like black soot
Only flickering lights burn
And carried by soldiers in camouflage
At the plant gate bale.
In the silence at the gate there is a sound
Loud barking of restless dogs.
Someone is sneaking past unseen.
A timid fool is hiding somewhere.
Chased for a long time, but still caught
And went along the fence convoy.
Hands firmly tied with a rope
Brought to the door of the entrance hall.
On the back of the head was beaten, on the kidneys,
On the back, on the ears, Adam's Apple.
And the fool cried in the middle of the night
It was very hard for a fool.
When they beat him they remembered him
From something, some mother.
But in the morning pretty tired
They began to explain everything to a fool:
"We don't catch frogs on soap,
We don't need donkeys and oxen
And no need for children and old women,
But we always catch fools.
Because, tirelessly.
Cooks an old gloomy factory."
Smoked around, smogged,
It tightened the sick sky.
That's all. And it was gone
In the harsh land of the fool.
The wind howls fearfully
And gray clouds float.