The stars in the sky are fading

The stars in the sky are fading. The moon looks like a bone. I come up and it's clear: The guest is not welcome in the house. The accordion is playing in the house. The owl gasps in my ear. The damned dog is barking. The lilac smells stuffy. The cat that crept up from behind, Walks so willfully, As if with an evil spirit Is secretly making acquaintance. Well, accordion player, play something Something really. Let the hostess grumble, Just make the bed softer. I will be warmed again, But not with warmth, but with anxiety. I will rise at dawn. I will get ready for the road. I will drink a little beer. Really, there is nothing bad in that. I'll throw some meat to the dog. Let him remember me. [End]