In the trembling frozen silence Chi in the rise of Gominky’s velemovstvo I’ll rise with tears into the sky, where the cherry trees are Donkeys of God. I will fall, searching for the whiner, To the Father's feet, weeping child, I will bring, no, not namist, low I'm sorry. I do not ask for fame or achievement, And the dark aimlessness is blind And in the haze of ideas, high spirits Please calm down. And strength so that it doesn’t ruin Costly pearls on life's crookedness, And for the Father of the miracle gems Place the bells of Vitchizna on your feet.
