If a person
He lived in peace with himself,
He would not need any wars,
Remember Don Quixote,
He beats mills and dragons,
To always remember who he is,
For the love of an unknown senora,
He arranges scuffles, scandals and quarrels,
And he would have been happy,
He would be healthy with his head,
Would not go beyond the estate,
Outside of what is permissible, I would not have passed,
I would live with my neighbors in the world,
In the world, you yourself.
Your years will fly by lightly,
What did you spend the best time on?
They drank, fell, broke the neighbors' door,
To the devil for joy, to perish,
We climbed stubbornly into hell,
We thought that you were a hero,
If you are floundering against the current,
Your way frightened not obedient children,
And children will frighten you future generations,
In fact, you are just a grain of sand,
In a huge cloudy stream,
You are not like everyone else, you are different,
For some specific, individual tasks,
You have been given a role, and the right to enter the game,
But to understand this,
Wait until His Majesty Time arrives.
It will show, tell you everything,
How successful were you,
Selected only by you dear,
After you are young,
Suffer, making his way through the jungle,
Lead them along,
Or stop,
Only one solution of the two,
Will be truly faithful.
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