Текст песни Умари Хайем - Восток

There is an opinion that happiness is a gift ...
And wisdom is the pain of mistakes.
When we knew exactly where we would find,
And would know exactly where we are going to lose,
 They would not have sparked a fire.
I often asked in the evening prayers:
"Father of the universe, I pray,
I often regret what I said
And rarely that I am silent. "
Friends of flattering speeches laudatory ode,
As a rule, we are corrupted ...
Threats of the enemy and bad weather
We are treated, sober, corrected.
Who does not appreciate happiness - he is close to misfortune, who does not appreciate time - to oblivion.
We were echoed by the prophet: "Do not forget the lesson, to whom all owe their appearance."
I dream of a snow-white glare, like a swarm of cobwebs, enveloping me,
They try to find recognition, forgetting that they have tamed me for a long time.
I can hear the cry of allegory so clearly,
How the slogan of prayer is memorized.
Who will become the lamb for the slaughter of God?
And who is an mighty autocrat?
When would we cherish our culture,
Without letting down the blemish
On our heads, on the platforms of meditation,
Do not let the evil rock sound.
A great victory, that mankind knows
Victory is not over death and believe not over fate
You counted a point judge, which is judged by the heavenly court
Only one victory is a victory over oneself.
When in actions, in your actions, you are pure,
When to you in prophetically everything is absolutely clear,
When you compose a verse with a transparent soul,
Clearly clear: Everything is absolutely dirty.
One day I had a dream,
Where I am - a favorite of God,
Where the power of service and flattery is surrounded,
Where could plunge into the dust of anyone.
Among them I tried to find friends
Under a heavy burden of drag ...
Once I learned the wisdom of thought:
Friends are only petty thieves, released in me by the God of time.
When we see the horizon - we see the face of the earth and the sky ...
How do we understand? And where to find the answer?
Where is the moment of peace of mind and where to find that region, the daily bread?
We are taught life to pass the road of honor,
Do not be tempted at the moment of lies,
In order to distinguish between us we could praise dithyrambs of flattery,
So that they do not pour the poison into the vessel of the soul.
Everything is bought and sold
And life is frankly laughing at us.
We do not live, we are indignant,
But we are selling and buying.
The love story of everyone is different ...
It happens ardently ... It's sad ... Sometimes it's unfortunate ...
It happens that feelings through the brain can not climb from doubt.
What has been saved, everything you have made is what you will get without a doubt.
I only tell my story:
That in life there are many different things, and in it
We must see all the colors of being and life,
So as not to stay at the broken trough.
Life will always give us a chance:
Whom to love, whom we hate unanimously.
And, most importantly, believe me - do not confuse curtsy,
To not bow to someone who does not need to.
To love and be loved is happiness,
You protect from simple bad weather.
And taking the reins of love together greedily into the hands,
Do not ever let go, even when living apart ...
Life gives us many tests,
Will give a sea of ​​happiness and not simple wanderings.
So remember - keep your feelings,
So as not to be left alone in the hour of madness, recklessness.
I wish happiness to all who love and love ...
After all, life without colors makes the faceless
And peace, and life, and joy, and love.
Love to be loved again ...