Whether I can?
In sins the poet fallen,
To write about a life, love and beauty?
Greatness of cleanliness so not learned,
And crushed on the way dream!
Dream of the main thing, pure, secret,
That can a core and a basis in a life to give.
Could not go by simple and true,
Has fallen in sins... and to not return back!
Whether I can?
In sins the poet fallen,
To write about cleanliness, about Belief and the Christ?
My reason, corrupted nowadays become,
It is beaten with melancholy and a pain on a cross!