I cry always
Throughout the day
And asking all,
Tell me, please
Where is a man?
Where is a man? ?
At the end of the day,
I want to retire
And go to secluded place
To rest.
Nowhere I find a man,
Either in town or
In forest.
I come to a conclusion,
Nothing is appropriate,
No one is correct.
Who am I to come to
Such a conclusion?
I have no right
To tell anything to
Anyone, I have no right
To fight for words.
I have no right to
Give suggestion.
I cry, who am I?
Who am I? ?
Silent here - The birds,
The air, The water,
And the sky.
I understood nothing,
And what I said,
I cannot say all,
All are correct.
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