& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Noisy angels fluttered,
and I was left alone,
Slave, peon, Chinese coolie,
Stateless citizen...
God in the sky, devils in the bowels,
On earth alone I drag,
Oars rarely, more often in trouble
and raschu on the field of sadness.
now sadness has matured thickly -
& nbsp; Press in sweat Yes thresh!
all Winter I will be sad -
it is Necessary to spin a thread of sadness...
in heaven or hell, God only knows
& nbsp; Should I fly or fall...
There is a desire in zatay
Happiness thread strain...