Doctor By Verapolozkova Translation

Doctor, what a delight you are here with your grace Doctor, I've been so worried that you disappeared. Doctor, I have this feeling somebody appeared At the lacrimal gland, is climbling down my face. Doctor, how are your children and how have you been? Doctor, do you sleep well these days? What have you seen? This armchair's - God's a witness - result of a craft, Is exacly the same as in most Boeing aircrafts. People are visiting you for their life's preview As if you're Buddha. Is your paper in Hebrew? Doctor, I'm begging talk to me for a minute. Doctor, I'm asking just be with me when I'm mute. *** What is bothering me? Here you go - I wish that God I dearly care for Would make me the same so that.. hmm. So I woulnd't feel anything anymore. A sharp elbow's - but why? - Pointing at my soft chest, Missing a beat at crest. So I don't shout or cry And I don't wither And I don't blether But to sadly groan And fall in a moan. Lie down so that your bare shoulder blades Are stamped down hard to the lake's bottom Tuck yourself in different clay shades That is the moment you stop caring, Hardening until you're forgotten. *** Why don't you answer me? Your pair Of eyes with your head are nodding. Some tea for me? Anti-despair? I'm applauding. Let's go to my place, Doctor? Mate? Maybe you'd kindly change my rate. Perhaps you'll forbid me to rhyme My emotions. Is that a crime? Would you caress me? Or scold me? Please adopt me altogether. Doctor, what do you think? Rather Different? Tell me! In a breakdown I shove your door, All I hear - "Head down, on the floor!" What are you scribbling? I can't see. No. You can't be discharging me?