I love

What happiness it is to simply live and enjoy this life.

Fate is not a silk thread so many times was sung

in my smoky poems and in frank outpourings -

when I with life on knives all was looking for justification

and forgot how to be different: simple, insane and open,

walk aimlessly under the moon, where the sky with stars is embroidered,

fall in love in the morning, day, sunset and believe in the charms of the moment.

And a man ... he after all, when he draws inspiration.

The world is surprisingly good, captivates with tender beauty,

when you do not smear honey with lies and you are in harmony with yourself,

when the warmth of your soul to someone in this world is necessary,

when babies are healthy, when your family is around.

I love autumn leaves and snow white glades,

spring delicate aroma and early morning mist,

and the cries of seagulls over the wave, and the whisper of crowns over their heads,

I love to be happy, alive ... and do not hide behind the line.