Damn, I can't rhyme (this is just an association, here's a letdown for everyone :р)
...He got drunk on kvass - killed everyone
shooting at passersby
those vague figures, so similar
he unintentionally evoked
those who are called hooligans...
And the night was his dream,
Those stars, inspiration, silence,
And in the pre-dawn hour...

За всем следят машины благодати и любви.