So independent from people Life develops due to separation... Otherwise, they'll shoot, they'll speed away... Then the hour draws its bow With zustricha. And during separations The stench is mercilessly important, І string of a tight bow Ticks again from under the hand Omnipotent, great hour. A second, a second, a second The pain of separation cannot be extinguished... And on this day of wonder - I call the hour to draw the bow Send an arrow to the world of hope. It’s not like these important separations What would the zustrichs be like? Hour - the category is valid, We are still living on this earth. Calendars are a blast Our rocks have a swift flight. If our dear hands touch us, Besides love, what else will you take? There will be zustrich without separation I happy without an hour and without an interim.
