Grill some shashlik
Or build a palace,
Win an international prize
Or cook some fish soup,
And, by the way, shoe a flea—
For Sasha, it’s nothing at all.
He boldly says, without shame,
“I can do anything!”
Talented as a god himself.
No—talented as all gods combined.
Any praise is hardly flattery.
Today he turns forty-seven.
Live two hundred more years,
And thrive forever!