Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
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Once upon a lime there was a stubborn swallow who decided not to fly south for the winter.
However, soon the weather turned so сold that he reluctantly had to take off. In a short time ice began to form on his wings and after a while he fell to earth in a barnyard, almost frozen. A cow passed by and crapped on the little bird. The swallow thought it was the end. But, the manure warmed him and defrosted his wings. Warm and happy, able to breathe, he started to sing. Just then a large cat came by and, hearing the chirping, investigated the sounds. The cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping bird and promptly ate him.
The moral of the story.
Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
Everyone who gets you out of a shitty mess is not necessarily your friend.
And if you are warm and happy in a pile of shit – keep your month shut.
Жизнь на улице одна и та же каждый день,
Жизнь на улице — изумительная пьеса,
Леди и влюблённые, банкиры и бездомные,
Спешат, в то время как большой город гудит,
Люди хмурятся, в то время как другие веселы,
Музыка раздаётся из каждого кафе,
Здесь всё от изумления жизнью и любовью,
На улице с синим небом в вышине.
Там, в толпе один маленький человек
Спешит,
Не заслуживает ничьего внимания, седеет,
Лишь один маленький человек...
Life in the street is the same every day,
Life in the street is a marvelous play,
Ladies and lovers and bankers and bums,
Hurry along while the big city hums,
People are frowning while others are gay,
Music tumbling from every café,
There's all of the wonder of life and love,
Out in the street with the blue sky above.
There in the crowd one little man,
Hurries along upon his way,
Nobody much, and turning gray,
Just one little man...
Blessed be the tailors
The masks are cut to fit
Blessed be the woodworkers
The crosses and the gallows
Blessed be the forgers of iron
And the spikes and the barbwire
Blessed be the stone cutters
It took a quarry to bury the dreams.
There is not important the size of the dog in the fight, it's important the size of the fight in the dog.