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Why are you sad? Grief does not matter...
 Is it not for me that you are full of sadness?
 Carry light to the house all the wires,
 Like a divine string..
 My string, by no means a deity,
 Separated at least by something from others,
 But it is also a triumph,
 Beautiful light illuminated verse..
 And here there is joy, though not visible,
 It divides doubts in half,
 Secret open, that and not one,
 And glad of it so here is the wires!
 And are happy all and eyes streaming,
 Understand gives any, any me, -
 In the evenings I do not sit in vain working,
 Looking for all the ease in the aching back..
 But I flatter like a jester, I bluff in my heart,
 I grumble, rebelling only against myself,
 No now I don't have a bit of cliche,
 With him inspiration left me!
 So I write about what did not come true,
 No rest for the brain, no mercy,
 Where did this happen,
 What if I couldn't, and you're not happy about it?!
 The fate of the poet, - sad is,
 And the burden is all too heavy,
 Second-pride, glory, Nega, arrogance,
 And like the age - depression excessive!