Character: Faust. Page 1

To high, excellent aim
Worldly things hinder us
And if the worldly goods we have managed to achieve,
The highest good we attribute to dreams.

Who will tell me to break up with the dreams?
Teach who? Where to go?
Alas, his own deeds
The obstacles put in the way!

My friend, since to understand is not so easy:
Its meaning and spirit, as are not forgotten, -
As in the book of seven seals hidden.
What we're about at first glance
The spirit of the time - alas! nothing
As the century temporary
In the face of the writer: it is only the spirit and the warehouse!

In his heart the one we find the key to calm!

When the mind and sense in the words we have,
It is a good and unvarnished.
And if what they say, separately, -
Word play is not aimless?

But heart to heart it does not attract
Since you are not from the heart, your speech flows.

I bravely rush in the broad daylight;
I want struggle, I am ready with the storm beating -
And in a time of ruin I have to fear?

Demolish and sorrow I and joy of the earth.

I do not embrace the vast nature!

Books on the shelves on the walls
To the roof of my room -
They lie here and there
Mining dust.

Expect from the spirit of the words and strength
So I opened the mysteries of nature,
Not to talk, working for nothing,
About what you do not know me.

- I am bored, Demon.
- What to do, Faust?
That is you put a limit
It well no one transgresses.
All of creation is reasonable misses:
Different from laziness, one of the cases;
Who believe, who have lost faith;
The enjoy did not,
He enjoyed using the measure
And Yes, everyone yawns lives
And all of you coffin, yawning, waiting.
Yawn and you.

So is wish.
Weeks
We day by day are burning with impatience
And suddenly standing, taken aback, there,
Congruent with our dreams.

Love, happiness, God.
No exact matches,
And there are not sufficient names
It's all in the feeling, and the name
Just smoke that glitter Shine
Unnecessarily obscured.