Voices

In far I had the voices.
They sang death songs to me.
They been open my eyes white
On sadness, in world couldn't be.

One by one they said, take a part:
You must steal, run first, be equal,
Possess. To madness of false
You must give soul restless.

You the false call the love,
Call of death - approach of honor.
And beneath wheezing deaths
Die yourself from endlessly hunger.

"No, - I quoted - enough raving!
Above me you do not have a power!
I am immortal - not a slave for love!
I am dangerous - not a slave for anyone!"

In far I had the voices.
Again they sang bout death.
But drunk and happy there I was...
The voices to notice I hadn't!

Original text on Russian:
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/04/27/5191

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