Not Bored With The Life

He did not think of life to be a traitor – and this he never wanted to admit:
When there is a friend that won’t refuse you shelter, support you and the proper way submit –
You’ll never be a man of straw;
You will succeed if you believe your fortune and light up your bare soul as a candle,
And if the pain starts suddenly to torture you - to overcome it still you will be able…
And you will rise above and soar.

He did not like a growing faulty doubt that nightly gnaws at your soul like a clothes-moth:
This moth gets in the way and flies around, leads to uncertainty and holds it forth.
He tearing was his soul being not tired of bitter fighting evil - nail and tooth,
Till blood bleed did not give up nor retire from gaining pure and entire truth.
He did not swap the truth that had been lighted with fraud - the truth alone and only makes sense,
He followed by the life road bare-hearted and ought to smash falsehood at soul’s expense.
He could not ban himself to be audacious, to live with flying colors and to risk,
And still at any time he was as gracious as to descent to people from obelisk.

My friend, take the guitar, enjoy its sound – the silver strings will agitate your soul!
Search for true love, for happiness be bound, look into eyes and have a clear goal.
The eyes are true, they’ll make it always clear: sometimes life is the harness of a team -
The girth is hard, the whip instills a fear - still singing be a song and peak up steam.
Do not think of the life to be a traitor – do not believe in it, do not admit:
When there is a friend that won’t refuse you shelter, support you and the proper way submit –
You will not be a man of straw;
You will succeed if you believe your fortune and light up your bare soul as a candle,
And if the pain again starts suddenly to torture you - to overcome it still you will be able…
And you will rise above and soar.


(Переводчик В.В. Чистяков)