It is hurt to see these smiles, It is hurt to know, that you are not necessary, Today the most awful day in my life, I am broken up to impropriety. Oh, tears, my pure tears, Unless you will wash my wounds? Oh, tears, my pure tears, Unless will see you through my flesh? I am forgotten, similarly to stars, My monastery a devastation reminding space. Has bothered to complain of a life, It is easier to refuse ... I have come from ... and I leave there. To clamber upwards, to jump downwards, It is hurt to be broken about a severe life, But to surrender is even more sick.