"Clock" by Tryzubyi Stas.
Clock
Moment, second, minute, hour,
Just yesterday child was born
And tomorrow is already a respected person
One's father and grandfather.
Pendulum walks step by step
Day after day and year after year,
And not having twinkling of an eye -
Extinguished your world.
We are children of God, live only once,
Time that is not money, and money - not time.
Cast out your clock under tram
And what time do not ask.
January, February, March, April -
Who will teach me how to live
Eat, drink, produce children, and so every day.
May, June and then - July, August,
Then Woely, Miseryst, after that - Troublune, Patiencest,
Where is Summerst, Green Willowly - that is a lie.
We are pawns in foul game,
Play it with our calendar.
The last leaf - that the road to paradise -
Want or don’t want - but disrupted.
Passport information, analysis, metrics,
Automation, cybernetics.
Not a man, and some arithmetics- A, B, C, D.
Everything is calculated, computed, numbered, stamped,
Happiness is where it?
Maybe it will, (he-he) expectations are already in progress?
We can not discern the crowd
And we give flowers to themselves
Then why you passport or name
We are all the same - you and me.
All angry, irritated, all twisted, out nervous.
We built a clock - it is our world.
I am also in it on axle stands balanced
And the problem is not burdened
By hundreds of years.
We are a wheel on that axis,
I shake and all the people reeling
And who is routine - grabbed his
And let the rest be like himself are.
Moment, second, minute, hour ...
Moment, second, minute, hour ...
Moment...
Written by Tryzubyi Stas (February 24, 1948 - January 27, 2007) (c), translated by Osokor (c).
About bard and singer, "Tryzuby Stas" (Stanislav Shcherbatykh) in http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tryzuby_Stas
Moment, second, minute, hour,
Just yesterday child was born
And tomorrow is already a respected person
One's father and grandfather.
Pendulum walks step by step
Day after day and year after year,
And not having twinkling of an eye -
Extinguished your world.
We are children of God, live only once,
Time that is not money, and money - not time.
Cast out your clock under tram
And what time do not ask.
January, February, March, April -
Who will teach me how to live
Eat, drink, produce children, and so every day.
May, June and then - July, August,
Then Woely, Miseryst, after that - Troublune, Patiencest,
Where is Summerst, Green Willowly - that is a lie.
We are pawns in foul game,
Play it with our calendar.
The last leaf - that the road to paradise -
Want or don’t want - but disrupted.
Passport information, analysis, metrics,
Automation, cybernetics.
Not a man, and some arithmetics- A, B, C, D.
Everything is calculated, computed, numbered, stamped,
Happiness is where it?
Maybe it will, (he-he) expectations are already in progress?
We can not discern the crowd
And we give flowers to themselves
Then why you passport or name
We are all the same - you and me.
All angry, irritated, all twisted, out nervous.
We built a clock - it is our world.
I am also in it on axle stands balanced
And the problem is not burdened
By hundreds of years.
We are a wheel on that axis,
I shake and all the people reeling
And who is routine - grabbed his
And let the rest be like himself are.
Moment, second, minute, hour ...
Moment, second, minute, hour ...
Moment...
Written by Tryzubyi Stas (February 24, 1948 - January 27, 2007) (c), translated by Osokor (c).
About bard and singer, "Tryzuby Stas" (Stanislav Shcherbatykh) in http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tryzuby_Stas