loneliness

Its hell for us to draw the fetters
Of life in alienation, stiff
All people prefer to show gladness
And no-body wants to share grief

As a king of air, i'm lone there
The pain lives in my heart so grim
And i can see that, to the fear of fate, years
pass me by like dreams

And comes againe with touched by gold
The same dream gloomy one and old
I see a coffin, black and sole
It waits, why to detaine the world?

There will be not a sad reflection
There will be (i am betting on)
Much more celebration
When i am dead- then born.

M. U. Lermontov