the stake

слова и музыка А. Макаревича
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KmIzf9wDuZs

all will blow over, the wiser used to talk,
for every fire there is its time to burn.
wind will dispel the ash with no trace.
but until then, meanwhile the fire flames,
everyone has his way to keep it stable,
if and when troubles and cold will at the gate.

as night is long, people keep their fires low,
they spend with care the fuel and the forces,
make little noise, and don't break the fences.
once in a while, some odd-and-strange appears,
all he would handle wouldn't be, like it's common here,
and his big flame will soar up to heaven.

yet not all things are gotten solved,
yet not all things are quite allowed,
yet not all colours vanished off the day,
I won't save the flame, I'm safe with my own fate.

who was a smart, he saved his fire preserved,
he couldn't warm no one but just himself,
so he has managed to last till better times.
you were not right, you've spent it for an hour,
and in a hour, your big bonfire was gone,
and during this hour, everyone got warmth.

yet not all things are gotten solved,
yet not all things are quite allowed,
yet not all colours vanished off a day,
I won't save the flame, I'm safe with my own fate.

#a_ex