Это ж, Господи, зрячему видно,
А для нас повтори:
Бог есть Свет, и в Нем нет никакой тьмы.


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For a moment --- silence is here.
While descended calm lasts
Let me transmit unto you
What was imparted to me.

You can enter a battle alone
And be certain of having a fight;
You can tread on the path that
Leads into the lost realms of Prester John
You can elevate yourself
Above Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Or learn meekness and resignation
from worn-out by pilgrims stepstones to holy springs.

Wherever you'll find yourself,
Till the end of your days,
Swear to me to remember this much:
The Lord has insight.

You can give away yourself
Into joyless and greedy hands.
You can run like a freak up the walls
Or through swamps and fields of quick sands.
You may become proud of
Roaming Void from the north to the south,
You can even ensure rebirth
With a silver spoon in your mouth.

Though angels were carrying you
Along the path of haven's light
Still remeber this:
The Lord has insight.

It might get as warm as you wish it to be,
It might be getting colder and colder each day.
Do not believe any word I have spoken,
Just become sensitive to the star of faint light:
The Lord has insight.