I AM WRITING AN HISTORICAL NOVEL - Я ПИШУ ИСТОРИЧЕСКИЙ РОМАН

In the bottom of a glass
Underneath imported lager
Slowly bloomed a crimson rose
Shining proudly through the darkness
I was working on a book
An historical romance
Emerging as though through a fog
From one cover to the other

So we write it how we hear it
How we hear is how we breathe it
How we breathe it, so we write it
Never trying to appease
That's the way that nature made us
Don't ask why, it's no one's business
Who's to argue or to judge?

There, the sky was wide and blue
There was such abundant fiction
How I pulled the strings of fate
To unravel my own story
How I dived into the past
And equipped all of my heroes
For adventures on the way
And I fancied me their captain...

Fiction isn't just a trick
And one thought is not sufficient
For completion of my book
Til my epilogue be written
May the crimson of the rose
If it's not completely faded
Be my final testament
Spending words I saved like pennies...