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Day`s growing longer, but life`s not too joyous...
Would like be glad — but expect ills, like always:
Upwards, beneath, from the turns anywhere -
Sod`s law is active, who knows it, who cares?

Deathcar, that tramps us with a handsome phrases 
Black and white sides all the time he replaces -
Punished by God, and deprived of the mind,
Makes to believe, all he doing is right...

Life is more costly and more nauseating...
Wolves get more angry, and sheeps`s stronger shaking...
How many kind hearts`s here - it`s not too small,
But goodness is solving nothing of all...
 
It`s nevermind if the walls crushing suddenly...
Let someone die - nothing wrong – it was, it will be.
Any will cry and wear ? penitentials...
Death firstly sends, who is best - to ancestors...

Vainly been passed an historic experience...
We`re rolling down like a ball, game`s not serious...
To feudalism and wars internecine, 
Serfage, obscurity, darkness of mind...

Next - to the Middles, with its superstition,
After - to the ancient slavish traditions
Knowingly chosen the way incorrect 
?ossibly, soon in the caves we will back... 

If it`s a people`s voice, who is concerning?
What`s a way, how do they know?
Ad paradisum via inferni -
We, all the same, have to go...

Is this improperly — please, do not tell it,
Better go home, try to sleep!
Ad paradisum via inferni -
Follow me, guys, follow me!

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