КУДА-НИБУДЬ ИЗ ЭТОГО МИРА
Хотим за гранью смысла
Найти какой-то знак,
Чтоб указал размеры жизни,
Боясь её забыть.
А может быть, проще бы
Отринуть жизнь,
Страдания злой судьбы
И мерзость лжи,
Уйти от мук.
Лежим у вод прохладных,
Смотря на солнца шар,
Так мотылька несовершенство
Влечёт в круг смертельных чар.
А может быть это я,
К любви стремясь,
Стал жертвой глупцов, кто в ряд
Стоят, смеясь,
Вдали от мук.
Завершится ли бег жизни, наконец,
Тщетный путь, где все ищут свой конец.
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ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD.
We scaled the face of reason
To find at least one sign
That could reveal the true dimensions
Of life lest we forget
And maybe it’s easier
To withdraw from life
With all of it’s misery
And wretched lies
Away from harm
We lay by cool still waters
And gazed into the sun
And like the moth’s great imperfection
Succumbed to her fatal charm
Any maybe it’s me who dreams
Unrequited love
The victim of fools who watch
And stand in line
Away from harm
In our vain pursuit of life for one’s own end
Will this crooked path ever cease to end
Somewhere from this world
We want to make sense
Find some kind of sign
To indicate the size of life,
Fearing to forget her.
Or maybe it would be easier
Deny life
Suffering evil fate
And the abomination of lies,
Get away from Muk.
We have cool waters,
Looking at the sun ball
So the moth is imperfection
Will in the circle of death spell.
And maybe I am,
Seeking love
Became a victim of fools who are in a row
Stand, laughing
Away from Muk.
Will life run, finally,
A vain path where everyone is looking for their end.
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Anywhere out of the world.
We Scaled The Face Of Reason
To Find At Least One Sign
THAT COULD REVEAL THE TRUE DIMENSIONS
Of Life Lest We Forget
And Maybe It's Easier
To withDRAW From Life
All Of It's Misery
And Wretched Lies.
Away From Harm.
We Lay by Cool Still Waters
AND GAZED INTO THE SUN
And Like The Moth's Great Imperfection
Succumbd to Her Fatal Charm
Any Maybe It's ME WHO DREAMS
Unrequited Love.
The Victim of Fools Who Watch
And Stand in Line
Away From Harm.
In Our Vain Pursuit of Life for One's Own End
Will this Crooked Path Ever Cease to End
