The devil was cunning, but the serpent was crafty,
The soul was unsophisticated,
She didn't need an Aesculapius,
The composition was intact.
Life thundered with orchestras,
She didn't need a railing,
It did not fall into the sagebrush
And she didn't raise her voice.
Whirled day after day, bloomed,
Laughed dimples on the cheeks...
But the darkness was already coming
Carrying the disease in bags.
And brought it... surreptitiously
I planted poison in my soul,
Different, with each bag:
Desire for honor and glory...
Narcissism is her sweetness
In the mirror images revealed,
Well, in General, helped to fall
She didn't offer to raise her hand.
Oh, this glorious time! -
Age, full of irresponsibility,
Where the day ends in the morning
Hungover stupidity submissive.
Where the trembling of the strings, the sound of the spheres,
Tunes of the Golden-stringed harp?
Henceforth-nicknames geter,
Yes, drunken laughter of a madman.
Where to go, where to run,
Where to go in the end?
Accusative - from the case,
From a vile passion to get rid of.
And the world circled, circled itself,
The presumption of guilt without knowing,
To the fallen is always rougher,
Circles of hell punishing.
Distort... runs from the face
The pleasantness of the cheeks, the smile of Nega,
And with whom is the relationship of kinship now? -
With one who is on the run from conscience.
The end is the end of everything,
In the end - always the beginning,
My father was generous,
And the Word in the world sounded.
The hand is outstretched
Only manage to grab it,
Hear the message of blissful life,
To Rescue hurry to be nailed.
From ugliness, from aphids
Out of the dust, dander and dust,
A second time, God, create,
Those who expressed a desire!