Who opens the door, fearless, like a dog?
The master of flies, dragonflie's interlocutor,
Crowned with nettle and rose leaves -
Misha from the city of the creaking statues.
With his midnight teeth, glorious, like an elephant,
Scratching with his forehead the tables of time
Stand still as a pole, because it goes,
Misha from the city of creaking statues.
Last chance, water drinker,
Who goes down from thursdays to wednesday,
Living behind secret mica walls -
Misha from the city of creaking statues