Monologue

Call me, My God because I got tired.
 Better Hell, my Lord, better - cutting.
 All became loathsome to that remained,
Tired of me the Sun and candles.


It is better to burn out them - visions
 My turquoise boards. Oh my God!
 As all is black around, why I one.
 Why these people in villainy are so similar.

I talk as I am able, because I know -
 Nobody us with you will not hear,
 And nobody will wicked
 Will not bring disaster by this night on you,
 you would be protected,
 If did they know about Your revelations?
 you disbelieve them are villains they and jesters,
 Even if in front of a face knees are bent down Your.

You would be protected,
 If did they know about Your revelations?
 you disbelieve them are villains they and jesters,
 Even if пред a face knees are bent down Your.

If can - calm -
 If it is not - betray that - I ask you, My God deaths!
 If were people
 That my love, Goodness, curses on them uttered, more zealous.

All, Lord, I leave,
 I am glad промолиться to you before day,
 But to work I hurry,
 I will come to you at night, do not complain.   
                December 1972