Once there lived a person on the earth, who loved the life.
But life beat him, what for he didn't know.

In park he gave women of roses bouquets.
Only reciprocity the wind has carried away.

For breakfast he put on an ancient dress coat.
Flies on bread crept: what a fool he was.

He has ordered to himself a roundabout «Butterfly».
But he was brought a coffin. He lay in it.

He did not wish to die. But he had to.
Because it was to hard to wish and to regret.

The warm rain was near the coffin.
And cried the life.
Because in love with that person he was.

(с)Leonid Shimko

Source: http://moy-bereg.ru/poeziya/nad-budnyami.html