Loneliness

It's Hell for us to draw the fetters Of life in alienation, stiff. All people prefer to share gladness, And nobody - to share grief.

As a king of air, I'm lone here, The pain lives in my heart, so grim, And I can see that, to the fear Of fate, years pass me by like dreams;

And comes again with, touched by gold, The same dream, gloomy one and old. I see a coffin, black and sole, It waits: why to detain the world?

There will be not a sad reflection, There will be (I am betting on) Much more gaily celebration When I am dead, than - born.

Mikhail Lermontov