"People are hanging out, spending their days pleasantly. dancing and singing, whirling in the dance of life, Get carried away by the desire for food, drink and alcohol. getting lost in the pleasure of the moment, In the intoxicating passion of the pleasures of life. the eye wants to swallow, The hand - to embrace all the beauty, The heart - to beat all the rhythms. The main thing is not to know: not knowing the hard truth, not distinguish: in the high wall of alienation, in the creeping erosion, in the rising tension, in the waning motivation, in the running hands of time, in our childhood, that wants: still be, grow, Touch the Sky, to come true (despite our advanced age...). that does not want: - to spend the summer in the bright, harsh light of reality. But rather, leave to the sweet haze, For lasting magic: of the next movie, of this song, of the stotz that is yet to come - let them round, all the visible and wounded angles of And the horror. sink again, Again, letting the magic of pleasure rule the roost and the administration. indulge in it, to get addicted, and not stop another world."