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Who guides to exit, shining bright.

And when the maze is left behind,
Screw up your eyes to not be blind,
For rising sun you'll see on fore ...
And from this time I'll be no more.

Выход

It is so difficult to say
If one can follow own way,
If he can face what lies ahead,
If he will live - or live as dead.

You've faced choice the thousand times,
You've known what is called 'the primes',
But did you have eternal will
To pass trough tortures, living still ?


When times are hard for thou to act
Thou will submit and will react,
When times are difficult to speak
That coward silence thou shall seek.

When being charged with the guilt
There is no choice for thou but wilt,
And when betrayed by a friend
Thou will be stunned where thou stand.

When all the rest will turn away
You'll make yourself your own pray,
And when the light of hope will fade -
The prime of torture is now made.

And if there is no place to hide
You'll still elude the danger's sight,
And when nowhere you can run
You will be dead, you shall be done.

No one will come to nameless grave -
From time we're born we aren't safe,
But did thou have thy inborn will
To live that live - and pay its bill ?

It is thy choice that must be done -
Will thou have strength or will thou run,
But did thou have thy inner will
To pass through it - and live on still ?


When thou will stand between the choice
Shut up thy mind, hear heart’s voice,
For when all dangers make thy stout -
At last thou’ve found thy way out...

Автор

Возможен лишь один Исток,
К нему однажды всяк пророк
Свой взор духовный устремлял
И план небесный созерцал.

Я не такой, как все они -
В свои млады телесны дни
Уже не молод духом я ...
Хоть мне и ведома заря,

Хоть знаю суть я вдохновенья,
И хоть вперед, без сожаленья
Спешу к Рожденью много лет,
Но не пророк, увы, я, нет.

Я лишь беззвучный проводник ...
Когда-то свет в меня проник,
И так беспечно с этих пор
Я приношу вам манну с гор,

И много лет с тех давних пор
Веду я с небом разговор,
Огня божественный поток
Дает мне сил для новых строк.

Я разобью свою тюрьму,
Огня крещенье я приму,
Чтоб был раскрыт небесный дар
Я наношу по ней удар.