Написал в небольшой гостинице, в окружении пасмурной западной Германии


The mood is going up and down
and if I wonder where that crown,
which will be lightened for the half
my life and time I have past.
All possibilities I had
And dreams that shared with wemen's best.
This life supposed to be a hard
So don't be critic, forgive thу Past.
By being drunk or being on high
are tries to avoid this critic line.
The line of happy and the wrong,
the line of culture and beer's song.
And once prepared for the years,
By telling truth, forgive my heart,
"You only one who rule your life
until the moment of a die"


А вот что мне пришло в голову как-то утром, там же

UP! This morning beat the dark
Sounds of bird are going loud
Throw the currency of pound
There is nothing matter than
Going eat and sleep again
But the main point is
Not to loose this freshing feel
You are healthy to decide
What of sport you being pride
And the last thing to think off
Why're you still is on your back