Дмитрий Быков Made in USA

All my life I used to live In a certain way: I have nothing to forgive, Nothing to obey.

Overbeaten like a beef I am still okay Having nothing to receive From a chief (that means a thief), Nothing to betray.

This is all I could achieve For a nasty pay Of a total unbelief Which I never could relieve Even for a day.

Now seeing the results I am happy to Recommend it to adults And to children, too.

I was going step by step From a pleasant lie. Poor catcher’s lost his cap Coming through the rye.

I was learning not to be. Now I look at it Just like one who’s got TB Or another shit.

One who knows his rest is brief, One who goes away, Looking at his handkerchief In a great dismay.