When nothing but troubles come into my house
I look for the fate's gift instead the carouse.
I hurry to pages through joy and the sorrow,
Without intentions about tomorrow,
To lands of the heroes,
To countries of honour.
But I'm not a hero of some others story,
The dress of Don Juan for me would be horrid.
My mind wins the feeling in everyday action
And everyday life wins the art's inspiration.
I'm sad in distraction,
I'm bored in abstraction.
But I'll hoist the white sail in boundless freedoms,
My troubles won't troubles if I'll get a creedence.
There will be the chopping and changing of pages,
The fates and the stars will get mix up in ranges.
I'll pard my offender
But never surrender...
When Nothing But Troubles...
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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