I am a Pushkin’s brother
I am a son of dog
And I risked soggy diver
Their malicious and bombastic bark
Their blunt and trumpet style
Don’t deaden the music of the universe
Your hous is House of lunatic
Neptune’s son of licentiousness
Amphibia with compressor overland
Close up your stream
under the helmet
Unless swell up
I set you under the guise of fare