Since ancient times, the world has been cruel.
There was no virtue in him.
Every time I could,
With sword and arrow and whip.
And even now, through the abyss of years,
Extortion, war, oppression.
We dream of a country that doesn't exist,
And there can be no doubt about it.
We must put this nonsense aside,
Forget the beauty of impressions,
An illusion that doesn't exist.
Forget - & quot;at the pike's behest".
It is necessary to aspire only to that,
That there were no hungry, beggars...
Then the policy will be understood,
We will find happiness ringing.