In the country of hypocrites to live not simply

In the country of hypocrites to live not simply.

All of us we live in the country of hypocrites,
After all only themselves we want to show
The fear absorbs and many examples...
And having discharged is desirable not to know!

Respectableness in it - a facade
A strict diet repeat behind a table
And lie to overcome there is no us a spirit
We postpone all at random, on then...

In this country all with a shame shade,
That can achieve successes, heights
But instantly lampoons paint...
No, don't hesitate of raised notes!

As praise, as praise itself gold!
Decency, honor and good are forgotten...
Momentary thirst of a profit! As it is a lot of them,
That simply are silent, smiling artfully!

In honor of the country of a gossip and slanders
All in it bad, only not I!
Round new, necessary eternal disputes
Wish to take away and a trill of a nightingale!

In a truth mirror to see soul,
Which will be condemned with a shame by the Lord!
To hear to me farewell "I AM afraid!"
And to stir up indifferences a smooth surface of waters!

In the country, where an avalanche of troubles and sufferings
And the anger suffices mad environment,
Can be we will meet an epoch of discernments:
Let's keep laziness and lack of will in a strong bridle!

I will tell about myself: that I will want, I have!
Perhaps conscience in you will start talking?
And having become thoughtful the idler a little I am sorry:
It is silly, worthless and as the zombie sleeps!

Wake up, having met day a prayer!
Let the lie and truth are covered by fight,
Again winning roots of common people nasty,
Under a dome of churches the prayer sounds!


The author: Valentina Nikolaevna Aleksandrova
The editor (translation from Ukrainian):
Natalia Ivanovna Koljushina
(Edition of 2011)


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