Skryabin. SPI sobi sama (№ 188875)

I T. rostas, stars, Miras,
And to Pravdi so i do not you know,
Bossa - i od ne Utes
I strah their ti one sasines.
And you grow, age, die,
But the truth did not know
Fear her and run away from it,
And within the walls of their one you fall asleep.