Hymn to the last winter

Безухов Пьер
This winter is keeping me in,
But i've to try to keep on.
I know, i'm not pure within,
I know, my dear friends, i know.

This winter is keeping me down,
But i need to try to keep on.
I know: i'm not god's flower,
I know, my dear friends, i know.

You're still just letting me in,
You're saying: P. E., keep on,
Don't have to be pure within!
I know, my dear friends, i know.

I know, it can be so hard,
To endure me all the days.
Sometimes i can be unwise,
I'm searching for easy ways,

And daily i try escape
From working, routine and stress.
I'm sorry, i'm not so well.
I'm looking as under press.

I've tried to kill myself,
This winter just kept me away.
There was a snowstorm, a wave,
Then - distinct, enormous stain.

It's captured my soul and heart.
But i've to try to keep on,
I have to stand up and start,
I know, my dear friends, i know.

24.05.24


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