the November
Утешение от мизантропа
As time has power over us -
you just look in the mirror!
with a cheerful neighing horses
vain rush days.
Zatopchet us - and not notice the herd of thoughtless
and dashing!
Well, there is no happiness in the world!
But where is the will and the rest?
That tearing us apart,
then we burning at the stake
come disastrous passion,
plagued We love and fear.
But, however, neither yarilos,
spinning wheel space,
as a gift from heaven as God's mercy
comes down to us a magician, a dream. He carries us
in other countries,
where there is no pain, no hard feelings -
and heal our wounds,
and conscience is no longer itching,
and are not afraid of fire and block!
And life itself meets us,
so that Reconvene the particles of dust
into one big piece of shit.
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