We hang-glider carelessly launched life,
They circled so that not everyone survived.
But anyway, God forbid me to judge others,
Although I have been judged by others more than once.
May my mind, please, remain cold,
Not hot from the words that cut without a knife.
God forbid I be strict with people
And greedy for someone else's happiness and goodness.
I've seen life naked without any cover-ups.
I know the feeling of a choking coma that prevents you from speaking,
But God forbid me to get into someone else's life as a pitch hell,
Naively imagining a messiah who knows how to live.
Do not let me destroy other people's destinies and alliances,
To defile or defame the people given to me in the way,
And become a perpetual prisoner of your conscience,
Never admitting any guilt.
God give me the strength to learn to live my destiny,
Without drawing analogues and parallels,
And choose the only and right way,
The route you yourself entrusted to me.