Перевод стих. А. Зарифьяна Каждый умирает в одиноч

The shirt is fresh, it's always ready,
Though we have friends, but it is known
(This fact is mournful, real, steady)
When dying one will be alone.

So live your life, play tricks, don't bother,
The friends will help to waste your time,
This company will vanish further
When clock chimes you eternal rhyme.

Devote your heart to women, sure,
And whisper them your words of love,
Thus when the life becomes mature,
Your tender soul will fly above.

Your time will come, the God is waiting,
So don't deny the final sigh,
Give treasures first without debating,
The heart keeps them, you don't know why.

The soul may ask for shelter, dear,
Sometimes the doctors try so hard
To help.
        And help will be sincere
To clasp your hands, to stop your heart.

My shirt is made of silk - not leather,
When dying I shall be alone,
When living we should be together
While friendship reigns on golden throne.