Игорь Ржавин - Отшельник (песночтение)

Where there’s a crowd, there’s a party, There is no place for him there. He is alone in the world, but not alone, And the heart always listens to its own, And not a blizzard of arrogant windbags, Not sweet, beautiful lies. After all, is it True or is the Veda Right - Not an area girl, and don’t demand oaths from her. It is indisputable if it is given to us from above. So, repeat it like a mantra! You yourself should always be faithful to her: Not in words, but in deeds, As in the path of prudent work. You’re finished — your moo, And my specialty is my silence. It looks like my hideout — Your last refuge. On the move, no doubt There is only conceit. But we can only think of enemies, Yes, we can all doubt about friends. So, to interfere with the pleasant Useful, of course, it is possible! My heart is not a garbage can, And the piggy bank of lost souls, Someone will take it as a sign, And