Life .

In a dead end, where the sun does not shine,

There was only one dream - her name was Maria.

She gathered hope and trouble in her heart,

But fate was in no hurry to give her happiness.

Early morning, silence outside the window,

The moon is shining, and the day is like a burning wound.

Maria looked out the window, in a half-mist,

And I imagined a country where there is no grief and evil.

Smiling, the lizard winks at her,

Through the cracks in the walls, her friend in life.

But life whispered about the winds of change,

Which will pull her out of her sweet knees.

She dreamed of love, of warmth in her soul,

About how a gentle man will hug her,

But these dreams, like the wind, carried away,

In the distance, where there is only cold and gray torture.

Through powerful storms, I slipped somewhere,

Maria screamed, but no one heard the hearing.

Sad melodies reached the heart,

And her legs wandered, not knowing the end.

The bombed dreams lost their light,

At the crossroads of ideas, she met only nonsense.

Every day, like a shadow, I walked with her,

Longing for longing in her heart sang her ballad.

"Here's another evening, like a raindrop,

Consciousness wanders in the flow of waiting.

Why is it so hard to find my way,

When there are crowds around, but there is no point among them?"

She sighed, and the wind took away,

All the words whispered by lips and joy.

Through a familiar field, where happiness bloomed,

She was looking for the way, but the forest was deep.

Through the storm clouds, through the whistle of the wind,

Leading to the abyss, where sadness is turned into a lottery.

Maria wandered like a homeless ghost,

Breaking the nets that kept her youth.

But one day, when the stars lit up in the sky,

And the silver of the moon sparkled on the water,

She heard a revelation in her heart,

That everything can change in an instant.

No matter how long the days were in bitter captivity,

Believe in yourself, and a star will shine in the fog.

The light of hope penetrated her emy veins,

And the world around suddenly started playing new flowers.

She got up from her knees like a resurrected flower,

Remembering that joy lives in every step.

And even if sadness still holds by the shoulder,

She knew: the dream was in her heart.

Maria walked forward, with a smile on her lips,

Playing on the piano of your destiny,

Let life sometimes tear it on a vulgar scale,

But now she was flying, soaring to the sky.

In every breath there is a dance, in every step there is a star,

The whole world was reflected in her eyes, like water.

And no matter how stubborn fate is -

It won't stop it, it won't break the evil.

Maria became the Symphony of Life -

The one who knows: sadness is only a part of the moments,

Like the sun that rises up after the storm,

She turned fate into a dream of love.