Krim in the sky, the summer swan

Another poem from the Granite Matrix, translation by Stanislav Peev.

Today again, Krim walks on the summer graph.
Other men gay, they saw a white feathered swan.
Krim in the sky, clouds are white.
Sun screaming like children happy!

Glasses are used in a joking Light
Anything that is connected to its urban Khan!
Han Sin Sou, western rider, waving and jumping.
Made born hosts see from borderline Khan

Infinite cycles, a Krim walks forever.
After the Han, people still feel nervous.
And sometimes, a little dry.
I am sure you are right.

Joking with the whip.