They ask for positivity, oblivion from sufferings,
You start on the cheerful — betrayal.
On the fulfillment of hopes —
Truth does not always grow.

We balance between good and evil,
Between cunning and sincerity,
Now we hide, now we charge head-on,
Covering fear with slyness.

Blind to misfortune, occupied with ourselves.
We play golf, we write verses,
By indifference drawn into comforts
We live while others die.