Author of quotes: Pieter Wake

Because everywhere she roams
Eyes day and night closes
And constantly the victim is looking for
And it is enough
Where you work diligently,
Like a dumb beast,
Where think you're as hopeless
Century our picture.
And no matter how you had fun
Pozabyla of the death,
As in dances neither romped
In his greatness and pride,
You are death words, do not cheat,
She spare you're gone,
And if the pay off will be
Any treasures lack.

Now one only rust
Is a foul body,
My half-closed eyes
All look barely.
Wait, death, a fatal blow
You put on your knees,
And who you were - the young or the old,
Will kill you in an instant.

But because all of you greedy
And rough full of envy,
For you so vivid
Only those who were famous,
Which before you knew,
With whom you spoke
They are now, forgetting sorrow,
With earth in the mouth are in the grave.

She did not see who he is
A boy or a man.
And in the hour that awaits,
Comes to an end instant.
And how many people are
Resistance and perseverance
Them from death not save
No courage, no antagonism.

Came to their death, and whistled
His ruthless Bulat
And, choosing not looked
Who was poor and who is rich.
It all equates mortals
And the wisdom and profane,
Treasure does not take countless
The master and tyrant.

The sages and the bookworm,
Before knowledge shone,
That leaves whiter
Than the snow, reading and leafing through?
Where is Virgo in Quinceanera dress,
Lacking matrons,
On whom the proud radiance
Blasts of the crown?

And where are those gentlemen,
That ruled tirelessly
Which life was always
Majestic or canno?
Where emperors, which
So called generation
The kings, sitting in crowns,
Where gold and jewels?

Where these elderly gray-haired,
That was the heart of the noble,
And where the characters are young,
Fast like lightning?
Where young men in the Prime of life,
Where are those beauties in full force?
You saw their eyes - they are not,
Those were perfect!

In this life anymore I do not drive
Away the wealthy and rich people,
And all around greed is sinking,
Handouts demanding sullenly.
Look at how many well-born
And the bravest in this world
Look at how many famous
Buried in a watery grave.

In this life do not contradict
They have neither the courage nor war
No noble eloquence,
And everyone is silent at any cost.
In this life only appreciate steel
The weapons, the horses, right harness,
And not in the price of everything else
Promises us another life.

And you, stranger, failed,
From the troubles lost their mind
Ready to leave life dark,
But life is driving you myself.
About pride we are not thinking
Don't talk like us be alone,
And only one wish
That the Lord is soon to come.

And so I cry and cry
Vspomniv how to live in vain,
Not you, but random
Tell us about it bitterly.
Because freely I came
You in the earthly existence.
Now whence so many evils,
Hatred and weeping and suffering!

You, man, you stain everything,
You go down a bad road.
His own mother doom
Weeping in sorrow and anxiety,
Because, all in empty cares,
The benefits do not heed,
And all bathe in filth,
And don't understand myself.

Greatness will not find you
Neither information nor art,
Neither courage, nor the power of identity,
Neither agility nor recklessness.
In this life do not bring power
No running beautiful horse
And neither luck nor misfortune,
And no property and no relatives.