Текст песни ян марокканский - каков итог

what will be the result of my efforts?
and in whose face I see him?
know where to bring this mania,
create differences of rhymes and words!

friends, I ask you, enlighten,
describe the feeling of flight.
what about those who have dedicated
a couple of lines, though the blood, even then?

to be a poet, a heavy burden!
every pain to pass through itself.
after each verse, as if worn
shoe, tired, hobble to bed!

it is not! i am not tired! my long enough!
You'll hear about me
and let them shout:
& Quot; he is a fool! yes it was crazy! & quot;
God marked my gift,
for his soul ever give!