The life is the fraud with charming sickness, It is potent and involves us alwaysBecause with its hardened hands It writes for us the fatal characters.Always, when I close the eyes,I say: “Only disturb my heart.The life is the fraud, but sometimesDecorates the lie with the gladness.Turn your face on the grey sky height, By the moon and stars telling fortunes,Compose yourself and don’t demandThe truth, which you don’t need”.It is good in the time, when lilac is for me,To think this life is the way for meLet easy friends will deceive me,Let sure friends will betray me.Let they will caress me with tender word,Let wicked tongue is sharper then the razor,-I live long time, being ready for all,I got accustomed pitilessly to all.These heights make cold me,It is not warmth from star light for meWhom I was loving, renounced me,Whom I was living- forgot me.