Gulliver In Slavage

   The first puffs
   Vans, fences...
   Feeling the anticipation of a miracle
   His accomplishment is cold -
  
   from somewhere
   From the pile of the unknown -
   From childhood,
   Let me take a look!..
   Skies are inky
   The dust of the stars is calling
   Take flight
   Mystery of dreams
   Of utter inevitability
   Mixed feelings of the past ...
   And time is unlikely to change
   Those spots of aspirations -
   Embrace the immensity
   a prisoner
   So do not become outside of it -
   Treacherously grown-ups
   Selfish...
   And there is, therefore, a meaning -
   Looking for meaning...
   Tell
   your dreams,
   Share your dreams with me...
   Be yourself
   And open
   In childhood, the door - to memories ...
   Tell
   your dreams,
   Share your dreams with me...
   Be yourself
   And open
   In childhood, the door - to memories
   The boy sang with pleasure, despite the fact that at the same time he had to push a heavy wheel, like a pack donkey. And it was his serious and very productive work.
   The viscountess girl stamped her bare, small foot for the umpteenth time and chirped:
   - Fabulous! You eat great! Is the Hermitage beautiful in London?
   Gulliver replied with a smile, puffing out his pink, magnificent, childish cheeks:
   - In London, the Hermitage is the best and richest in the world!
   The girl giggled and hit the boy again with great pleasure with a whip. He had a red stripe on his naked body.
   The Viscountess asked with a smile:
   - Do you like it?
   The boy nodded and whimpered.
   "Maybe you would sing better than beat a child?!
   The girl nodded, and again her naked, tanned, graceful foot stamped:
   - It's great and I'll sing!
   Gulliver tweeted:
   - Sing a flower, do not be ashamed!
   The viscountess, jumping up and down, began to dance, singing;
   I drove into childhood
   Don't follow me.
   I see everyone here is having fun, war.
   just for her
   Just for you
   war.
   No place for children here
   For adults - fight.
   Stay with her
   Don't follow me.
   just for her
   Just for you
   war.
   And it's good there
   There I sit on the potty.
   And it's good there
   There I sit on the potty.
   There is no need for money:
   Circus and lollipops
   There is a milky shore
   Horses by the tie
  
   just for me
   just for the horse