In The Church Of My Heart The

Comrade Life, Let Us March Faster, March Faster Through What's Left Of The Five-year Plan.

If You Wish, I Shall Grow Irreproachably Tender: Not A Man, But A Cloud In Trousers!

I Want To Be Understood By My Country, But If I Fail To Be Understood - What Then?, I Shall Pass Through My Native Land To One Side, Like A Shower Of Slanting Rain.

My Verse Has Brought Me No Roubles To Spare: No Craftsmen Have Made Mahogany Chairs For My House.

The Love Boat Has Crashed Against The Everyday.