I have brought you a bouquet,
Scarlet-red roses, poppies.
I'm not same in anything,
I'm the happy boy-madness.
I'll blow out a yellow candle -
It will be a flashlight pink.
And a golden diadem
I will wear like a king.
I'm a conqueror sleepy
Kingdoms, a mage. Is't full, King?
I'm a doctor that is healing
Without pills or medicines.
Why the medicines? Why pills too?
We will dance together, kid!
Now flies mounted on a chair
A completely empty bed.
Where he's from - it is my secret:
Serpent, red, will weave and hiss.
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