Наркоманам и не только...

We all, we all do understand,
That we are poisoning ourselves
And yet we still continue,
To ruin ourselves in vain...

The years of life go by,
Wrapped in a haze of stupefaction,
And you'd be glad to wake up,
And become yourself...

The way you were once,
Before you knew intoxication,
When you knew no vices...
And were not an addict.

Yes, I know... It happens...
Not often, just sometimes...
When there's benefit...
From poison, but then...

If there is measure and will...
And life's path is weighed with care,
And the Goal is greater than Health,
And you know your own core...

But more often, the person who has known,
This or that vice,
Lays himself into the grave,
Without learning his lesson.

Brings trouble to his loved ones,
Loses his sane face...
And the meaning of his life,
Is just a moment of a high...

He was healthy, free...
Suddenly he recognized the drug...
He thought he was stronger...
But he became a slave to vice...

But from the slavery of vice,
It's not so simple to break free...
I personally know many,
Who have lost their way...

And they all, they all understand,
They try to run away,
But the master only needs
Just wave his hand...

And the one who already thought,
That he was stronger, was gone...
Goes to him with a bow...
For he has found him...

Of course, there are also people,
Who walked away,
Who managed to say "No!" to vice,
To its call they could resist!

And maybe there exist...
Those who are stronger and could!
Those who found a flicker of light,
Those who harnessed vice!

But honestly, I myself have never...
Never met the last ones...
But like everyone else,
I have heard of such...

Singers and musicians,
Artist and poet...
But those we've heard of...
Are no longer among the living...

They all passed away young,
Having played their game...
And yet they left behind,
For us, in memory, their essence...

Therefore, I will say to everyone,
About whom I just wrote -
"If you understand,
Then make your own choice!

Think about the meaning,
About your own life,
And who are you? A slave in life?
Or are you stronger after all?

Think about death,
And why do you live...
After all, you understand,
That you will die anyway.

But death is such a thing,
That no matter how you look at it..
No one knows for sure,
Whether it is the path's end...

And maybe after death,
You will meet With your family...
And they will ask you:
"How did you live, dear one?"

For what and how did you die,
And what you lived for,
And what did you leave to your children,
Whom you loved...

Юрий Амурский   06.01.2026 17:02   •   Заявить о нарушении