The last days of the passing year are smoldering
The Riflemen galloped off into the distance.
Everything turned out, developed, fulfilled like.
We set ourselves a well-deserved score for the old age.
The world swirled in a pre-holiday maelstrom:
Christmas trees, gifts, cards, menu for guests.
Plans-tasks are solved on autopilot,
In a moment, turning into the strongest supermen.
Soon there will be a boundary behind which lurks
A new life, where happiness is up to the heavens.
Let only good will be on these pages,
With God, friends! Inspiration, love and miracles!