When all the peaks have been conquered
And Mariana Trench’s depth is known
When one’s own record has been cracked
And all gods failed and now they’ve gone
Here comes the suicidal times
Instead of peace of mind
They bring those insomnious nights
The peace is only when you die
Here comes the suicidal times
Not wise ones with head held high
They bring those inner tearless cries
When peace seems ageless only when you freely die
The theorems have been dead proved
So as for oneself in this life
The debts repaid and foes removed
Here is a pen for memoirs to write…
(But) Here comes the suicidal times...
When the house has been built at last
And a young wife has brought a child
An invisible sense of alarm
Is being changed by a total give up
Here comes the suicidal times...
The suicidal times
© Copyright: Фридрих Зазнанский, 2017
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