© 1999 pavlo bosy
© 1999 dela design
drone of voices calmed down. i came out
on the boards. i'm catching in the echo
what will fill my life, my house,
what the fates prepare in my time.
gloom of night watches me by eyes and glasses,
but i wait, i stand still in a prayer:
if it's possible, my father, let this cup pass
from thy son, leave him alone!
oh, i like thy obstinate conception,
i agree to play my destined part.
but another drama is on now -
save me from this role just this time!
order of the acts has been already formed,
inevitable is the end of way.
i'm alone, all things drown in old pretence.
life demands our pay for every day.