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Okudzhava

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Lower Please, blue curtains.
Nurse, any potions I do not cook.
That stand at the bedside of my creditors
silent: Faith, Hope, Love.

Fork son used a short century,
yes empty wallets Upadana with hands ...
Do not be sad, do not be sad about my faith, -
you are still indebted!

And I will say and do nothing and gently,
two hands apologetically catching lips:
- Do not be sad, do not be sad, Mother of Hope -
there is on the ground you have sons!

Pull the I Love empty palms
penitential I hear her voice:
- Do not be sad, do not grieve, the memory has not yet faded,
I myself gave away in your name.

But whatever your hands or caressing,
as if you flame or burning ethereal,
to three times the human talkativeness
paid for you ... you're clean before me!

Net-net I lie in the fade of dawn,
before the birth of a new day ...
Three sisters, three wives, three judges merciful
open the last credit for me.