Character: Faust

In us high aspirations
Cherish often is the proud desire
And open the doors of performance -
But we retreat in fear.

Earth, you remain forever the wondrous.

Why innocence, simplicity
Don't know how it's precious and sacred!

One little word, eyes your only one
Me entertaining all the wisdom of the earth.

When I'm feeling delicate
Yea, call it want
Gusts violent and rebellious
In vain looking for the name,
And thought the whole world flies,
And the highest word grab
What just can find
Called dust heart
Love is eternal, infinite, -
Can it be true then, as the devil, am I lying?

You the curse of the idol of gold,
Giving rise to the bold we cases
Gifts of shameful depravity
Idleness and bliss gave us.

A moment of joy smells just soul -
Suddenly the life of the critic destroys it for me.

"Be moderate! Just be temperate!" -
Here's a song eternal we have.
She tormented our souls,
Sing it to us hoarsely in the ears
Every day and every hour.

To the loss of happiness to replace
We learn to appreciate the ethereal.

But sometimes it is impossible to suppress
In the soul the innate desire
The upward tendency is, when we
Suddenly came the lark singing
Of endless blue skies.

Take a look: so the sun began to Shine
Gardens and huts farewell rays.
It comes there Srivasa away,
And pobuzhdaet the life of a region...
Here the sun disappeared, but in the soul of the patient
Growing again the mighty desire
To follow him and drink his radiance,
Night to see behind and the day ahead of me.

Oh, happy he, to whom was given the joy -
Hope to get out of the impenetrable darkness!
What we need, that we don't know,
Well, we know that for us it is not necessary.

Umchalis in a sea of broken ice;
Live smile shines spring;
Spring valley beauty Shine;
Gray winter is gone: in the gorges,
In high mountains it goes.
There she hides in rage fruitless
And sometimes sprinkles Blizzard cold
The fresh, delicate green of spring, -
But the sun does not want to endure white;
Everywhere the desire to be born alive,
Everyone wants to grow up in a hurry to rascvetala.

Care secret heavy sorrow
Our hearts oppresses, and torments us with grief
And crushes us happiness and peace,
Alease every day under a new guise.
We are scared for the family, we feel sorry for the children, wives;
Fire, poison we fear in death;
Before that which is not threatened, shaking doomed;
Haven't lost, we cry about the loss.