The Prompter s Monolog

Юрий Розвадовский
       Well, I'll prompt you as I would behave,
       Not according the text but the true.
       I don't want to be somebody' slave.
       Is it clear upstears where are you?

       So I lived with the different debates,
       Heard the loud applauses and cries,
       And I just had to turn wheels of fates,
       But I lost all the time for my eyes.

       Give me, give me the perfect right words
       For my saying instead of my role.
       I will say them and let'll be the worse,
       I'll inter my sweet heart and my soul.

       I will say what I want, that'll do.
       Let me die after that, let me die!..
       What?..
       Again that one text just for you?
       "Well, your lunch, sir!" -
       You have to reply...
       
       


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