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Будь так с боевым духом во время войны,

Не была бы Россия от врага чиста,

Не видать бы нам мирной жизни и весны.

A little bird told me once upon a time,

I listened to her with all ears,

I thought her speeсh’s worthy and it’d be a crime

Not to remember it for years.

She told whether it comes rain or shine

Don’t be little frog of society,

To face the music’s your mission and mine,

Stem the tide, surprise reality.

Don’t you ever scratch the surface

And you will hit upon the meanings,

You’ll discover unforgettable space,

And it will touch and thrill your feelings.

Escape unuseful, rigid red tapes,

They make slow, destroy your progress,

Always give everything your own shapes,

Surprise humanity and impress.

Try to live in a constant flow,

Don’t be indifferent, rigid, dead,

Don’t make anything for a show,

Remember the words which the bird said.

I admire monkey’s birthdays, aroma of rain,

Lilac, cornflowers, buds and japanese cherry tree,

I stare out the world with wide-opened eyes, brain,

That’s why I’m curious, enthusiastic as a bee.

I cherish the music that have a home within me,

Gentle voices of people I appreciate, adore and breathe,

Their eyes are like sincere embrace, firehood, hot tea,

These impressions I collect, foster and save underneath.

I enjoy the moments when I throw happy tears,

I like to innovate my independent, self-made peace,

I try to be graceful, flexible, natural as deers,

I have to do so much and there is no time to miss.

People are unpredictable changes,

The providence knows what are your needs

It sends to you special strangers,

It knows what will be the seeds.

You get ready for these meetings,

They always come just in right time,

They are like the heaven greetings,

Doubt in providence is crime.

No one can escape these strangers,

They are your missions’ guides,

They destroy your inner cages,

Help to unlock your deepest sides.