We hang-glider carelessly launched life,
They circled so that not everyone survived.
But anyway, God forbid me to judge others,
Although I have been judged by others more than once.
May my mind, please, remain cold,
Not hot from the words that cut without a knife.
God forbid I be strict with people
And greedy for someone else's happiness and goodness.
I've seen life naked without any cover-ups.
I know the feeling of a choking coma that prevents you from speaking,
But God forbid me to get into someone else's life as a pitch hell,
Naively imagining a messiah who knows how to live.
Do not let me destroy other people's destinies and alliances,
To defile or defame the people given to me in the way,
And become a perpetual prisoner of your conscience,
Never admitting any guilt.
God give me the strength to learn to live my destiny,
Without drawing analogues and parallels,
And choose the only and right way,
The route you yourself entrusted to me.

Weaving years from short minutes,
We keep our sacred in memory,
Those who love us and diligently cherish,
Not leaving in joy and in sorrow.
We keep so reverently, placing a box in the soul,
Going through the moments sometimes
And we value, counting happiness for a minute,
In an effort to fill them to the brim of the year.
And with every step becoming wiser,
More and more we feel the fleeting moments.
Her attitude becomes more valuable,
And to the past - unprecedented lightness.
Patterns of time on the path of life
A minute pave a long road,
Which we are destined to take in order to pass
From birth to meeting God.

Love is born in silence
In seconds of heart fading,
When everything stops around
Like one touch.
All sounds are drowned out
Numerous faces disappear
And something warm moves in you,
The caressing lump will subside.
So unobtrusively settle inside
And there with you from now on will live.
Raise to the stars from the earth,
And smiling with happiness will spin.
As the frames of the film flicker,
Will leave, suddenly, in the background everything.
And the heart will play a violin subtly,
The soul will take off, confusing the pedal.
The haven of love is your brain and body,
From now on, you are someone's whole world,
And you become more global and bolder,
And you fill the ether with happiness.

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