[English | Russian Translit|AUTO|WIN|KOI|DOS|MAC]
Dmitry Alexandrovich Prigov
(translated by Jamey Gambrell)
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Now Reagan doesn't want to sell us wheat
So what - he'll miss the boat and sink,
It's only over there they think
That living means you have to eat.
But we don't need his bread, we're smart,
We'll live on our ideas alone.
He'll wake and gasp - "Where have they flown?"
And we'll be there, right in his heart.