Red
cows
on
the asphalt road have settled.
Lazing
on the asphalt pan they lie.
We
drive them round
for
cows are sacred!
They
are loyal to the highway,
we
wonder why.
"Old
herdsman, we want our question answered:
Why
have the cows gone mad?" "God forbid!
The
point is that flies do not like asphalt."
Those
modern cows! They are wise indeed!
They
got it, the sly ones! Cattle of genius!
Unlike
the poor, unfortunate flies.
"The
flies know that asphalt
is
carcinogenic."
Those
modern flies! They are really wise!
Tr. Alec Vagapov (the translation needs
improvement). It's a Soviet-era poem, but obviously more than just a sly protest
against Soviet anti-environmentalism.
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