The deceitful life
Weaves gloom and despair.
No one can defeat it
By complaint and fear.
You must take heart,
Cherish your belief.
The dove flies down,
Bringing a leaf –
A card, a message from Heaven…
But you still cherish the skies,
And proudly spit on the ground,
Discarding your fall and rise.
You’d better think of the future,
You’d better build it and trim…
Then, surely, you’ll be rewarded:
You’ll be turned into a beam.
9.O3.2OO3.
Translated from Georgian
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