So independent from people

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.