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Loving means staying alive.

With losses and pain, joy and happiness thread!

In praying, only one meaning should be derived —

«Give us this day our daily bread».

I tell the beads to fate, and ask with easy breath:

Don`t let me rest, preserve my flame!

I feel no envy, anger, no sloth. My only sin is faith

in life and greed for life to find its aim.

Ah, it`s strange and sad to live in those years,

When speaking of love is like blackthorn for heart,

With no chance to feel that joy or tears,

And your heart is full of unspent loving art …

I feel bitter. But I still do not want the gray dream.

I feel pain. It means I`m Here now and ahead.

I’m still among alive people`s team.

I pick up my soul`s pieces in the air stream

And in passion I whisper to my fate-pilgrim:

«Give me this day my daily bread».