Caste. Better than now (№ 303930)

Let the celebration lasts,
I'm with her as if in a dream;
And imagine I do not want
That the feelings will fade, or that we don't.
And let this
The attack of happiness - now I'm stupid and blind!
I laugh in the face of those who cry in vain,
What them apart only death.
This fable, we cool
But we know it will end.
And there ulcer, asthma, alas, no,
As the fear of loneliness.
Let's make it quieter
Hubbub, choke routine.
And finally we'll meet
Truly at this second!