Свобода, это так хорошо, что непонятно где плохо... Или белиберданка наносит ответный удар...

[akatsija]

The truth is in the fault.
The fault is so bold.
The sword of truth is sad.
The word of life is mad.

The love is passing by.
Sun is no longer high.
The hope's swept aside.
Graveyard of stars behind.

The freedom's ugly face
Flies in the changing maze.
The choice is always there,
But what you chose - beware.

The death waits for its tall,
For every man to fall.
The future is abrupt,
And present is corrupt.

Should we be waiting for
The time when no more
We laugh and walk and cry
Together under sky?

Should we be dying soon?
Should we forget the moon?
The sun? The trees? The clouds?
The lakes on grassy grounds?

I want to hear voice
Of one who can rejoice
The simple gale in night
And make the world alright.

But all I see is knots
Which I tied with my thoughts.
And one I love the most
Might be forever lost.

--
А.Кац и Я

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научишь рифмовать? я до сих пор не могу связать больше 4 строчек, на пятой ритм сбивается, или смысл. :)