/* слова У. нашего Шекспира, музыка народная
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5woU1A1b88
-- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQrGwZfnyHc */
I got the highest level;
and everything got quite in order.
I cannot get the peace within myself.
isn't this the way we get in love
and thirst for carnal pleasure,
but as soon as the desirable is ours
and the craving's calmed,
we cool and languish in a boredom.
in vain I tried to satisfy all needs
and t' meet requirements; people,
same people who supplicated
to admit the seat, immediately
started to grow rage and gossips
all against, renaming me
the guilty for the weather changes,
illnesses or deaths. whatever happens
would be my fault only - isn't this the same.
the overtaken by remorse will always
look for a whipping boy, a scapegoat
used for all mistakes and misadventures
to put on - and forget the recent call and hunger.
isn't this the same with dreamer,
acquired his wishes and distracted,
or with child, who breaks and tears
new toy, yet aspires another and ideal one.
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