And I heard, that the light of day
Edynoy friendship prekrasen,
Without it there is no consolation,
What life path we used was terrible,
Had it not been quiet friendship light.
But look - there is another feeling:
It pampers and afflict,
In the works, worries and alone
Always burns and never sleeps:
it is painfully, brutally,
It is his soul within us is dead,
Kohl grievous sores <и> deep
Firs revives hope not ...
Here passion, I'm burning!..
I vyanu, perish in the years color,
But I do not want to be healed ...
