I don't believe in a blooming fishing rod,
In burning ice that's warming up my bones,
On the seventh day of the Genesis by God.
I don't believe in weed, not rustled by the wind,
In greedy Sun and lethal Spring.
I don't believe in love and kindness of a snake,
In skies that never knew a wing.
I don't believe in roads that are shorter than a mile,
I don't believe, when stormy clouds smile.
It's wrong when the truth resembles a fairy tale,
And I will not succumb to blows.
I do believe in life, I'll snicker when I fail,
It's faith - and all the rest just follows.
Translation by Ivan Shevchenko
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