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Visotsky - pismo v redaktsyu / dorogaya peredacha

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translation by Margaret and Stas Porokhnya:
A letter to the television programme Incredible But True from the madhouse Dearest television programme, Saturday full of emotion All the inmates here at Bedlam to the television flocked; And instead of eating, washing, having jabs and gently nodding All the patients at the madhouse gathered rou
nd the goggle box. As he wrung his hands he babbled, silver-tongued incendiary, Of how science cant unscrabble the Bermuda mystery. With his brain pushed to the limit his grey matter turned to flab And the bosses of the clinic gave us all our second jab. With respect, dear programme maker, would r
eactors not be safer? Or your favourite moonraker? Its disgraceful, all year now Its been pretty terrifying with these bastard saucers flying, Then the ruins started sighing, then the dogs began to howl. Still, at something were the top dogs weve smashed saucers all year long, And theyre for the r
eal dogs bollocks if the cooks not got it wrong. Those whore not such crazy fools flushed piles of tablets down the loo Well, thats life! But now Bermuda. What a rotten thing to do! But we didnt cause a rumpus weve no leaders here among us. Proper loons are few in number, so theres no one who can
lead. Still for tricks and crazy chatter weve got nets, thinner and fatter, And were not put off our platters by our enemies intrigues. The bemuddied ponds besmirched still where their skinny imps have been. It was all thought up by Churchill in the year 1918. We sent TASS a memorandum about fires
, about bombs, Then the nurses with abandon ran and fixed us good and strong. Those who wouldnt take a rest, though, were all tied up to the bed posts, And a paranoiacs mouth foamed like a warlock at a feast: You untie these towels, you vandals, your religions are new-fangled, In our hearts weve go
t three angles, in our souls weve got three peaks! Forty souls then joined in wailing till the sound was everywhere Thats how much we all were ailing from triangular affairs. Everyone began to lose it, even those whose minds were shot, Then the head doctor Margulis went and banned the goggle box.
To the window see him gliding, thats a plug that snake is hiding He gave somebody the sign then, so the nurse rips out the leads. So our jabs are all weve got then, and to sink to the well bottom Where well disappear, forgotten, from Bermuda never freed. Come tomorrow when they visit all our kids
will cock their heads: Daddies, tell us please what is it that those PhD men said? To our nearest and our dearest, who do care, we shall not lie: There are strange things happening near us but theyve banned them from our sight! Theres the self-taught dentist Rudik with his radio by Grundig; All ni
ght long the traitor tunes it, finding Germany, the West. Once he worked there in the rag trade when he got into a mad state, And he came here with his nerves frayed, With his stomach in a bad way and a tag upon his leg. His excitement passed all levels, and we listened thunder-struck How our scien
tific vessel in the triangle got stuck. It used all its fuel, fragmented and was never seen again, But our brothers, both demented, were picked up by fishermen. Those who saw this cataclysm couldnt shake their pessimism And were brought in a glass prism to our madhouse yesterday. There was one guy,
a mechanic who had run away through panic, Said the triangles the planets open navel, so they say. So what happened? How dyou make it? we all asked him, crowding round; The mechanic, who was shaking, begged for dog ends he could scrounge. Hed start laughing, hed start bawling, then his hackles all
would rise; He was trying to take us all in, but hes mad, so no surprise. An ex-drunk who liked a scandal and who swore flew off the handle: We should drink the damn triangle, let three people have a dram! And he carried on, excited: Drink the triangle! Imbibe it! If its parallelepiped, if its cir
cular, goddamn! Voices give us palpitations from a thousand miles away; We should block Israeli stations and stamp out the USA. They cause trouble and abuse us using all their foreign flair For they feed us and bemuse us with news of that secret square! Dear presenters of the programme, who whatev
ers going on can Speak of tragedies till no man can escape feeling afraid, Make a feature on us sad men for the triangle will madden All you scientists and act on all of us the other way. Dont reject our mad idea now cos your feelings run red hot Hurry, write or call us here now through that basta
rd, our head doc! Yours sincerely, signed and dated, please respond or you should know If your answers too belated we will write to Sport Lotto!

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