You are confused in different myths,
You reap abstract rewards,
You often fight for others;
Oh, these, genetic resources!
Experience tells;
Where it was necessary to refuse,
Not to venture fidelity,
On loyalty not dare,
The threat from him;
For whom you are trying;
He trustful and shaky.
But, you aren't left in any way
Feelings of consolation and loyalty.
Altruism, already a rare thing;
Oh, these, genetic resources!
27.11.1979
Translated from Georgian
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