Rush to find out till you alive, With that you shorten Mankind’s life And you prolong your own within. To one and all, who live On that enormous planet, Enwrapped in blue placenta A scrap of invisible matter is cut off It’s just a bit of time, So deadly needed to learn about the world. It’s not so easy, to cut and sew from this material the image of existence, To blind at least a doll, To play with. And we do try to fashion Something similar to our kind, And when all’s nearly set It fades away. And what remains, Is just a funny feeling of ridiculous, Which only makes you cry. And such eternal anguish, Which we find very funny, Goes gaspingly forever, Like gliding of the light. English translation by A. Besedin