My Egoism developed so strong
that on my own I measure everything.
what our plant is famous for? -
It was the haven for a poet-genius.
Here my angel follows after me,
compressing life to poem's moments,
To Our God - he makes it ckear -
everything is already known.
The whole world is not worth a soul,
the soul of worker on the line.
But here - there is no Church, and love -
not seen through figures on the board
All your 5 values are not those
that could bring up people to altruism,
but to speak of Kabbalah - was
here something of nonsense and absurdism.
The one is good for R.O.Ch.
who asks from himself to distribute all.
it will make our plant famous for
the sanctuary of saint genius.
They'll never need here such a song:
no acception, no applause.
so let it blossom on the side
and shine to those for whom was written for.
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Во мне так развит эгоизм,
что я лишь по себе все меряю.
Чем знаменит ХММР? -
прибежище моему гению.
Здесь ангел ходит вслед за мной,
сжимая жизнь в стихов мгновения.
Ведь Богу нашему давно
известно все заблаговременно.
Весь мир не стоит и души,
души рабочего на линии,
но здесь не Церковь, и любви
не разглядишь в табло за цифрами.
Ваши 5 ценностей - не те,
чтоб альтруизм могли воспитывать,
но говорить о Каббале
здесь так абсурдно и бессмысленно.
лишь тот хорош для РПЦ.
кто от себя - раздать все требует.
тогда бы стал ХММР
прибежищем святого гения.
Такая песня не нужна,
будет не понята, не принята -
пусть в стороне цветет она
и светит тем, кому написана.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's so true - so much of modern life is just secular and material, there is no opening into the spiritual unless we make an effort to release the spiritual into the secular. But it happens sometimes! It's like having the angel at your side when it does: My doctor is from the Philippines originally and he was telling me about the importance of having faith in something higher when dealing with sickness. And he spoke in such a gentle, caring manner I was impressed by his goodness: he displayed the altruism you mention in your poem. In fact, your poem is a summons to that altruism, your heart is right, it's the world that is wrong. Despite the bleak, soulless world around you, your poem ends with blossoms and shining and that is one of those moments you describe the Angel compressing with spiritual truth. (MY ANGEL...CONDENSING LIFE TO POEM'S MOMENTS)