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Under the mask of luxury and splendor,

In the flow of daily meetings,

From comedy, even to the grotesque,

He dreams of removing this burden from his shoulders.

She is sociable and open to everyone,

Strives for a new day after day,

Her soul is torn from screaming

And my head hurts from the weight of time.

She regularly promotes the business,

Goes towards people and problems,

Loves yoga, stretching, fitness,

And everything boils from the current dilemma.

But if we drop this screen,

Let’s forget the past for a moment

Her prestigious car, firm,

Let’s put emphasis on something else.

A year later, she remained like a child,

Who believes sincerely and forever,

And she trusted day after day from the cradle,

She considered lies only vulgarity, nonsense.

And it is difficult for her to understand in life,

There is so much envy and eternal flattery around,

It became easier for her to just part with people,

Than expect dirty tricks and bad news from them.

She’s tired of being open from now on

Closed, counting the world around against her,

And life turned around like a simple film

Suddenly, all the anger and whining began to tire.

She lacks friendship, warm, so that for a century,

To believe and cherish this person,

Who would go with her in the rain, and storm, snow,

He was there, and did not admire only her success.

She would return her successes and start from scratch,

The soul hurts from rudeness and eternal deceit,

And from now on, she is afraid of close meetings like fire,

She lacked simple constancy in her life…