When I was a child
I knew some counting rhymes,
Later I realized
Adults had their own ones
Ones count children
But the other ones count money
There are the people
Who are fond of counting cars
We can't do without it
All of us are
The children of our Father God
In turn He counts us
And our mortal souls
And especially He likes
To count all our sins
Everyone finds something for counting
But no one finds that we can fit easily
The life into the counting rhymes
The counting rhymes!
ONE, TWO – You were born
But no one knows what for,
THREE, FOUR – You grew up
But who can tell you why?
FIVE, SIX – You became
Clever and respected,
SEVEN, EIGHT – You gave rise
To a cub or more than one
Nothing matters in this world
In which none trusts in other's word
NINE – You'll go blind
And gain many deceases,
TEN – In loneliness
And darkness you will die
Everyone finds something for counting
But no one finds that we can fit easily
The life into the counting rhymes
ONE, TWO – What is God? –
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THREE, FOUR – Where does He dwell
Or is He just a dream?
FIVE, SIX – Is there Hell?
And which one of directions
Will I choose to go there
For meeting HIM?
If They are in existence
They both exactly laugh at us
SEVEN, EIGHT – Let's count
The silver stars in black space
NINE, TEN – In a word,
These countings made me tired!
Everyone finds something for counting
But no one finds that we can fit easily
The life into the counting rhymes
The counting rhymes!
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