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Life is beautiful, they say,
Perhaps that is true,
But I can't judge that,
Because ideals are different,
Yes, there is a diversity of names,
Appearances, faces,
And we are given to experience,
Here and there,
Sometimes black,
Sometimes white,
Sometimes red, the color of blood,
Or perhaps, the color of beauty.
Ah, it's a joy to live,
Even just to exist,
But never to retreat,
From the path you have chosen...
Perhaps it will protect you,
From trials, humiliations,
From the cruelty of this world,
Or perhaps you have chosen
A path of harsh beauty,
A path of trials, wars,
And battles for ideals.
Ah, the main thing is not to regret
And not to waste precious time,
But to do something, to improve
What we already have...
Perhaps that is true,
But I can't judge that,
Because ideals are different,
Yes, there is a diversity of names,
Appearances, faces,
And we are given to experience,
Here and there,
Sometimes black,
Sometimes white,
Sometimes red, the color of blood,
Or perhaps, the color of beauty.
Ah, it's a joy to live,
Even just to exist,
But never to retreat,
From the path you have chosen...
Perhaps it will protect you,
From trials, humiliations,
From the cruelty of this world,
Or perhaps you have chosen
A path of harsh beauty,
A path of trials, wars,
And battles for ideals.
Ah, the main thing is not to regret
And not to waste precious time,
But to do something, to improve
What we already have...
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...