Someday I will be crucified,
Like man, who paid for sins of crowd,
And then I left this vital fight,
If it for me allow proud.
Someday the silence comes to me,
When I will be alone with shadows,
And if it's happens – let it be,
I leave the voices from the meadows.
Someday I will be deaf and ill,
And without happiness of child,
But in this rush I couldn't feel,
That in their eyes I am exile.
Someday I couldn't see the light
And couldn't gather stars in my hands,
And when I leave my vital fight,
I'll choose my own and strong trend.
Someday I will be weak and old,
End of my days will be tomorrow,
And maybe I must cry: “Please, hold“,
But something strange, I don't feel sorrow.
Vital fight
© Copyright: Василий Колесниченко, 2010
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