/* nothing new in this changeable world */
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfX3Tyf32bA
слова Л. Дербенёва, музыка М. Дунаевского.
fashion changes as daily as constant,
but as long as the world stays -n- exists,
augur, armed with an assembled deck load,
will find client, one single, at least.
while in wait for infeasible marvels,
someone turned to a wiser sometime,
and the wiser would set and think over
his inert very high-minded cards.
refrain:
so what to say and what to mark,
it's just the humans' structure:
they want to know in advance,
what should they wait in coming.
readings can calculate luck and fortune
and disastrous fateful strike,
path for long way, state-owned home,
and eternal and infinite love.
old cards would lie, just like spread of fan,
on the edges of a coloured map,
and the sibyl in self, of a sudden,
would believe to the said by the cards.
refrain.
time erases the borders and castles,
and destroys cities up and away,
but the years and the times do not matter
to the knitting in Moirai hands.
hearts would faint while the sage is pronouncing,
and the inert high-mindedly aces
would proclaim their falsum and choices
through the all curves and curbes of a map.
refrain.
#a_ex