The destiny does not select
The one whom to make it,
And do not hope, that the old mage
Will specify a way,
And, what you wouldn't think yourself,
But you not in the least
Cannot make change to the set rhythm
Of universal play.
 
Chorus:
If you wish to be heard,
Join angelic chorus,
And the life will be sung,
Only get in tones.
If you wish to be learned,
Try to play the solo, 
But the false will not find
The response of soul.
 
Nobody will admit your voice,
Nobody will hear it.
And than you will confirm the right
To change the destiny?
Dance, as a puppet on a fun,
If you can't make the hit,
Sing, as a street organ, if you
A part of mechanism.
 
Chorus.