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"You listen to my confession
I come here, thank.
All the better to someone
Words ease my chest;
But the people I have not done evil,
And because my business
Not much good to know you;
A soul can l tell?
I lived a little, and he lived in captivity.
These two lives in one,
But only a full alarm,
I'd trade, if I could.
I knew only one power Duma,
One - but a fiery passion:
She, like a worm, I lived in me,
Soul gnawed and burned.
She called my dreams
Cells from stuffy and prayers
In the wonderful world of troubles and battles,
Where the clouds are hiding the rocks,
Where people are free, as eagles.
I have this passion in the dark night
Nurtured tears and anguish;
Her before heaven and earth
I now admit out loud
And do not pray for forgiveness.
