Fate has seized you with tweezers — you won’t break free,
By the neck, by the sides, or by the knee.
You writhe, you twist, and at last you’ll stop,
Tired of screaming and clutching at the walls.

You rejoiced and sang in this cage of habit,
They force you toward freedom — live as you wish.
For a serf nothing is more bitter
Than breathing freedom — you beg for slavery.

Everyone faces the facts of new situations.
Hell around or paradise —
In kaleidoscopes of disharmonies and graces
“Bad” or “good” — choose for yourself,
Enjoy happiness or suffer.