In sin we are one with you
Not caring about the soul, you sinned
Black word sometimes scolded
And drinks fortified drank.

We have in common tender sadness motive,
He is tormented, sounds relentless.
We laugh, silencing him,
But laughter looks sluggish and strange.

Not wasting mental reserve,
We met in the bustle of the universe.
Did not finish us untimely
Life ornate knowledge.

Having undergone a chain of untalented losses,
We know the flawed forgiveness
And a couple go to hell
Under the fun of hiding torment.