I often don’t recognize myself, I have two hundred tabletops: Today I am blissful in paradise, And tomorrow I won’t find my place. Why my three heartstrings Are your hands stuck around so often? How to recognize this living group: Which sounds are true and which are fake? I am amazed at the unearthly signs, I’ll listen to the melody and spread it, And the sparkles of rebellious thoughts The food began to grow bitterly. There is no feeling of spring in my soul, Then the nightingales of spring begin to rage... If only my earthly Adam had died Adam beat the heavenly battles!
