I curse under the roar of engines.

At the roadside,

Covered in mud from tire splashes.

I'm cursing for the whole area to hear,

Amid the roar and screech of cars.

I'm cursing for the whole area to hear,

Dirty, wet, and drunk.

I was on my way to love my girlfriend,

But now, in the mud and angry.

At the roadside,

Well, this shit happened, damn it.

All the cars are to blame,

For splashing me.

My mug is all covered in mud,

Mud from puddles flows down me.

May they all get stuck crosswise!

Mine already won't get up.

Why am I cursing so wildly now,

Don't look at me.

I'm guilty, I'll correct myself, I repent!

What to do now, damn it?!

Forgive me, my girlfriend,

We won't go to the movies.

They've defiled my soul,

And messed up everything.

And I won't even dream about sex,

The mud is to blame for all of it.

I won't forget you, bastards!

I memorized the license plates!

Forgive me, my girlfriend!

I'll kill those freaks!

We won't see a close night,

I'm boiling with rage.

In the morning, I was fresh, washed,

And handsome like Charlie Sheen.

But now, like a beaten dog,

I'm cursing under the roar of cars.

I'm up to my ears, all in mud,

My breath reeks of alcohol.

I was this Prince from the Mud itself.

Now, a manure parasite.

I wanted to swoon with you in ecstasy,

Amid silks and featherbeds.

But, from Prince, back into the Mud,

I fell under the roar of cars.

A. A. Kiselev

08/09/2016