Laurel wreath

Yes, you can triumph now.

You can stand on the top of the mountain,

straight and proud, next to your flattering victory flag.

 

Slap after slap, once on left once on right cheek, you stubbornly repeat,

After a while, it has become a beat,

And I hadn’t heard that music before,

But you made me listen to that masterpiece long enough,

That echo has reached my heart.

 

And now it is that rhythm that pumps in and out the blood.

Arrhythmia �" that term in the medical dictionary I found,

Chest pain, passing out.

 

Constantly poisoned by you it only progressed,

From the list of the consequences �"

You can be satisfied, as all of them, I’ve already possessed.

 

I haven’t been aware of your artistic skills.

I hope that mine talent recognition gives you the chills.

Started from the heart failure quickly came a time for the brain.

It impresses me how you assure that I feel a full range of pain.

 

By letting you know that you have won,

I hope you will stop playing that monochrome tone.

Some cells in my body have already died,

I hope that it’s sufficient to approve your musical gift 

and LEAVE ME with the colored on your Russian face pride.