It is hurt to see these smiles, 
It is hurt to know, that you are not necessary, 
Today the most awful day in my life, 
I am broken up to impropriety. 
Oh, tears, my pure tears, 
Unless you will wash my wounds? 
Oh, tears, my pure tears, 
Unless will see you through my flesh? 
I am forgotten, similarly to stars, 
My monastery a devastation reminding space. 
Has bothered [bad word] of a life, 
It is easier to refuse ... 
I [bad word] from ... and I leave there. 
To clamber upwards, to jump downwards, 
It is hurt to be broken about a severe life, 
But to surrender is even more sick.