Loneliness (translated version of one russian poem)

So terribly to be alone
And bear down chains of life.
All people ready halve your fun:
Nobody wants to pull your knife.
I am alone, like King of air,
In heart of Palace full of pain
And I observe how fate with fair
Wash down summers like a rain;
They back again with greenly leaves
But aged body's still the same
And I observe a shell - beneath
It waits a final fleshly game.
Nobody wants to sorrow then
And will be happy more (I am sure)
About end of life for man
Than his birth day with mind of pure.
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original author was Lermontov