When there was long way ahead,
It seemed so simple - try and tread,
And every question could be answered,
Young years were nice - not bad.
Two thirds of life have passed away,
We failed to swim across its bay,
Why,when and where, what - at random
We use these words all night, all day.
This paradox will torture souls,
Which wish to gain eternal goals.
Перевод стих. А. Зарифьяна из сб. Неотболевшее
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