At the moment when you step on the rake,
As the echo of memory is a missed lesson,
They wake up with a sweep of a sharp sword,
Kicking the forefront of rock life.
Do not rake in the forehead,
A forehead on the rake ...
He walked along the field, it was already dark.
And I kicked the rake.
Well, it's not a shit,
Let it only hurt, but still stank.
As a child, the teacher told me:
"Think before you go ..."
Better he warned me,
About the rake that's on my way.
Under the tinkling of bells in my head sing ensembles!
No! I'm not drunk!
I stepped on the rake again!
I heard a very loud cry:
- Wait! There's a rake!
I thought that they were robbing ...
And on the forehead I taught at the same moment!
A great reminder of all ages,
For the smart and for fools.
For all in the world-
"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go