Sometimes I feel a little sorry
About my mortal aimless life...
Just feeling like a feeble lorry
Without cargo and the tires.
I feel so miserable, moaning -
The only thing I can do, God,
Please help me cope with vital problem -
The empty, aching, scanty soul...
It is not the end of my life-story -
The real end is kinda ray of light,
The story would be very boring
Without fight between the black and white.
When I was standing near the window,
Near the darkness of black hole,
I noticed someone with the flambeau,
Who said:
Don't worry, I'm with you...
Justified hope. Оправданная надежда
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