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I am live, while I trust in a miracle, 
But I should die! 
To me it is very sad that in heart it is empty, 
All my feelings were taken away by a bear! 

My destiny isn't subject to me, 
Love washing, as death, it is dangerous! 

Day will go out, the moon will wake up 
And again the animal in me will regain consciousness! 
Have taken away charms of soul rest, 
There was a question: Who I such?

My poor reason has reached not at once 
To strange thought: «I the person!» 
The sorcerer was drunk, rather obstinate -
It not to see, yes, not for ever! 

My destiny isn't subject to me, 
Love washing, as death, it is dangerous! 

I was a bear, problems didn't know. 
What for human blood I became? 
Also will break here as if a thread, 
My gift - on two feet to go!