Our choice is limited: Or we agree The world is definite and real Or not
Decide the first variant That, eventually, We get deadly tired of ourselves And everything that surrounds us Choose the second way It obliterates personal history And all around falls into a fog When there is no definiteness,
You are always ready to jump. This is delightful and mysterious State of soul & mind
Human deed My mighty force My last battle I'm absolute Your hopes do you Timid & irresolute
You feel happiness -- Because you realize it. There will be an outstanding force