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I don't know who spreads rumours out in vain
That no one on earth is luckier than me,
That I've never felt a care or a pain,
All things I do go happily.
Like everyone, like everyone,
I walk this earth from day to day,
And to my fate, like everyone,
For happiness I pray.

Do not think that I live in paradise
And that all the world's evils pass me by.
In the evenings I too long to shut my eyes.
I sometimes laugh, and sometimes cry.
Like everyone, like everyone,
I walk this earth from day to day,
And to my fate, like everyone,
For happiness I pray.

Sometimes life just beats and lashes me
And I know of but one remedy for now:
Even when things are as bad as bad can be
I say that things are good, anyhow.
Like everyone, like everyone,
I walk this earth from day to day,
And to my fate, like everyone,
For happiness I pray.
--- A. Pugacheva

I hate when of fatal outcomes I hear,
I never tire of life, despite its wrongs.
I hate any season of the year
Whenever I cannot sing cheerful songs.

Hype excitement I distrust without heeding
But open cynicism I hate as well,
I hate a stranger over my shoulder reading
To find out what my private letters tell.

I hate stopping a conversation's track
Or anything done only halfway through.
I hate when people are shot in the back
And shots point-blank, I despise them too.

I hate gossip as viewpoint affirmed,
When honours prick, when worming doubt I feel,
Or when you always stroke against the fur
Or the sound of glass when scraped by steel.

I hate complacency content and sated ---
I'd rather see brakes well and truly fail.
That the word "honour" is forgot, I hate it,
And that "honour" is hiding lies and veils.

I feel no pity seeing broken wings
And it's not strange I don't find it inside:
I hate abuse, and I hate helpless things
But it's too bad that Christ was crucified.

I hate myself, when cowardly I crawl;
Innocents being beaten, I abhor,
I hate it, when they push into my soul,
And spitting in it, I hate even more.

I hate manèges and arenas; there
They trade rubles for millions, hand in glove.
Let changes come ahead; I do not care ---
These things I will never, ever love!
--- V. Vysotsky

I wish you joy. Sincerely.

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