As Karenina wrote in a letter to Marilyn:
“Love’s wheels will flatten us like a pancake…”
Under the wheels of love:
Eve knew it, Adam knew it —
The wheels of love roll straight over us.
And on every back you can see the track marks;
We lie down like brushwood beneath the wheels of love.
Under the wheels of love!
Under the wheels of love!
Under the wheels of love!
Under the wheels of…
Morning and evening, night and day,
On the road from work, on the way to the grocery store,
If you’re not a brake,
If you’re not a breakdown,
Keep your tail like a pistol,
And hold your chest like a wheel.
Under the wheels of love,
Christ, Lenin, and Muhammad knew it —
The wheels of love drive straight toward the light.
Genghis Khan and Hitler bathed in blood,
But they too were wound up on the wheels of love.
Under the wheels of love,
Under the wheels of love,
Under the wheels of love,
Under the wheels of…
Morning and evening, night and day,
On the road from work, on the way to the grocery store,
If you’re not the conductor,
If you’re not the driver,
The wheels will catch up with you —
And then you’re finished.
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В Дунпо* изрядно выпил этой ночью,
А протрезвев, еще себя уважил.
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*Поэт в изгнании, Су из Донпо. Донпо потому что купил "Восточный склон" чтоб пописывать стихи живя вдали от столицы.
A happy engineer runs into the patent office with a big box and shouts:
“I’ve invented an automatic shaving machine!”
“But how?!”
“You put your head into this hole and the machine shaves you!”
“But HOW?! Everyone’s face is different!”
“Well… that’s only the first time.”
В патентное бюро вбегает радостный инженер с большой коробкой и кричит:
- Я изобрел автомат для бритья!
- Но как?!
- Вот в это отверстие вставляете голову и и аппарат вас бреет!
- Но КАК?! Ведь лица у всех разные!
- Ну.... Это в первый раз.