2021. За мирское
Я сожгу этот мир нетленный
Пусть по мне не ликуют святые
Пусть меня не пугают тленом
Не стоят за скамьёй понятые.
Я сожгу этот мир нетленный
Пусть по мне не ликуют святые
Пусть меня не пугают тленом
Не стоят за скамьёй понятые.
Dear Charlie,
my honey bun, my sugar plum
you make me happy when I’m glum
my heart flutters at the mention of your name,
The heads of strong old age are
Beyond all grace of youth
They have strange quiet,
Integrity, health, soundness, to the
Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell
I humbly crave, Let me once know
I sought thee in a secret cave, And ask'd, if Peace were there,
A hollow winde did seem to answer,
We passed their graves:
The dead men there,
Winners or losers,
Did not care
"You were weeping in the night," said the Emperor, "Weeping in your sleep,
I am told
""It was nothing but a dream," said the Empress; But her face grew gray and old
"You thought you saw our German ...
One day, I’d like to go
In search of my past,;
Of the memories;
Of a misspent youth;
My Soul, there is a country Afar beyond the stars, Where stands a winged sentry All skillful in the wars; There, above noise and danger Sweet Peace sits, crown'd with smiles, And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous files
He is thy gra...
No more for you the city's thorny ways, The ugly corners of the Negro belt;
The miseries and pains of these harsh days By you will never, never again be felt
No more, if still you wander, will you meet With nights of unabating bitterness...
I have passed the doors of
The doors of my
To come and kiss your
City reduced to a
My child wafts peace
When I lean over him,
It is not just the smell of soap
All the people were children wafting peace
Now,
God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,