Ho Chi Minh was our real President
The one we counted on
For right decisions

This ought to be in Russian
Cyrillic and emotional! 
Like “The Poems of Yuri Zhivago”

If you could tell me this sense of digression
And certain proclivity toward suffering, that
This will be settled on some future date, justifying

“It was always a pleasure to look at Frank, even when he woke up in the morning smelling like a brewery, with bloodshot eyes.”