When God is resting

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So the summer flew by

Augustus completed his way.

Time, as if stunned,

It does not let you take a break.

Then you rush to work

Then you drink vodka with friends.

Then you take up the shovel

What would be in the country.

Or, lying on the couch,

You are sung for football.

Or you go to the Canaries -

Get sea salting.

Here with the wife in the store,

You wander with all its strength.

You sit here in your car

In a terrible cork, like a moron.

Here you are with your son fishing

Catch yellow sands.

You are lying with him on the grass

Like a funny fool.

Or you, in your hands with a shirt,

Build a new hut.

Or in the morning, an instruction,

In the field you lead a kosbu.

... Time flies quietly -

Irrevocably, forever.

God is resting a little

Looking from above at you.