Hamlet – Boris Pasternak

The hum died down. I stepped onto the stage.
Leaning against the doorframe,
I catch in a distant echo,
What will happen in my lifetime.

The twilight of the night is set upon me
With a thousand binoculars on the axis.
If only possible, This Father,
Bring this cup by.

I love your stubborn plan
And I agree to play this role.
But now there's another drama going on,
And fire me this time.

But the schedule of actions is thought out,
And the inevitable end of the road.
I am alone, everything drowns in pharisaism.
Living life is not a field to cross.

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