When can I find my hearty friend,
Who would help with pleasure, won’t leave
Me ever with my troubles great?
But I must simply not be afraid.
Together better, than be alone,
But sometimes I’m afraid won’t find
My hearty friend. But helps me hope,
And every time inspires one thought.
About suffering I won’t be forgetting,
Always remember hope while thinking.
The way is thorny, very painful
Alone am going myself thankful
Among thankless people here.
But life represents a good idea:
To be or not to be?! What to choose?
What answer to this question,
Have chosen I? It’s quite possible
I have done it already. My answer is simple, —
Represents every day for me the likeable people.
What is the meaning of the word thought,
Who did invent the first of the lot?
What is it made of? Who is the master?
It’s very interesting to find the answer.
But where to look for its history
And who can answer right, mage? Mister!
Someone is here, who can answer
The questions mine? Keep silent, master.
I want to know why are thoughts
So different, diverse. My God!
Why are they living all together? —
It can’t be of one mind! The weather
Can’t be simultaneously awful – fine,
But why do the thoughts live in place one.
One thought is ready to be cut,
But the other helps, and is treating the heart.
Why judge from every time by my feelings,
Are they false, or enemies?
Why are you fighting all the time, —
Go back from where have you come,
Let live in mind mine only the right ones,
The beautiful thoughts. Like grass
Let grow them gratefully and nice.
I have so many sins, but short is my life.
When can I turn it to the path right?
The ones that pushed me
To sin are like stones to the feeling free.
What must I do? I don’t want
To live together with the dark spot!
I want to be spotless, clever, fine,
But sins are pushing all the time.
How to cope with them? I can or not?
Who’ll be the victor in the endless fight?
Sometimes it starts an offensive
Sometimes deviates from the adversary.
I’m a strategist, who is observing
How sins are fighting with odd stagger.
I often have been winning in life,
And always I have dreamt to say: “Good bye,
My last sin, and never return!”
I am building a house of precious stones.
Around will grow a million white roses
And never sin will trample underfoot the flowers.
To live in sin, – I never wanted
To live in Love, – my dream! And thinking
I’m all the time about the lovely morning.
Surprised every day in my life!
What a lot it has for me of surprise?
I am not tired ever, every thing
Represents unexpected. I wince! —
What prepares for future the time,
What has it to astonish the mind.
Prepared life has me for anything!
I’m hope, can get to win.
Let me be friendly with herself,
And don’t have the thoughts so sad:
Accommodation is here for everyone, —
They all want calmness all the time.
Someone is afraid to get a new problem, —
What is the life, if it has nothing.
The life is first of all, the best surprise,
And full of astonishing things.
Who wants to be living, must be ready
First thing to face problem with the mind so pretty.
Then maybe will smile the fortune
And happiness will come soon.
Surprise sometime is very good,
And has a lot of lovely fruit.
I’ll wait for surprise, with hope, look!
Come on, the sky, and down you look,
How beautiful is the earth, – Salute!
Always here are flowers. Color blue
