The road is not selected
Two roads in a yellow wood went in two different directions:
Regretting that he can not go two at a time
And be one traveler, I stood gazing
Into the first of the road, to turn her away,
Where his eyes disappeared into the thick bushes and branches;
Then I went the other of them, no less interesting,
Maybe worth to choose from this one cause,
That, rarely used, overgrown with grass;
And yet, so I could turn to the left as to the right:
Here and there were the same rut,
Full leaf, which at this time of the morning
They not meant to have traces of black streaks.
Oh, I know: but first I'll put on later,
Dear us in other ways lead - and can
I do not appear in the same place a second time.
After many years, the face of the wrinkles Zoran,
I will tell it with a sigh and a vague moral:
It happened to me once to see the forest in the morning
Two ways: I went the less traveled -
The rest comes from the fact that it chose her.
Acceptance
When the sun, the remnants of the forces, the end of the radius
Clinging cloud, falls into the abyss of fire -
Over what had happened, screams of horror and amazement
Nature does not increase. After impossible,
To the birds do not know that near darkness.
They know, one suppression trembling in his chest rumble
I mętniejące eye bolt eye.
Other, low over the grove hurrying home,
Surprised by the sudden twilight, at the last minute
Falls into a slot, stored in the branches -
What most think that chirp: "So
I could! Let the night darkness around the cocoon;
Let it be quite dark clouded by darkness everywhere
That's what has to be. This is what will be, will be: let it be. "
Fire and ice
Some say that the world will destroy the fire,
Others that ice.
That met fierce desire,
I am with those who say the fire.
If the world could die and twice,
I think I know about hatred
Enough to say, equally good ice
It is, to destroy,
And it is in abundance

The road is not selected
Two roads in a yellow wood went in two different directions:
Regretting that he can not go two at a time
And be one traveler, I stood gazing
Into the first of the road, to turn her away,
Where his eyes disappeared into the thick bushes and branches;
Then I went the other of them, no less interesting,
Maybe worth to choose from this one cause,
That, rarely used, overgrown with grass;
And yet, so I could turn to the left as to the right:
Here and there were the same rut,
Full leaf, which at this time of the morning
They not meant to have traces of black streaks.
Oh, I know: but first I'll put on later,
Dear us in other ways lead - and can
I do not appear in the same place a second time.
After many years, the face of the wrinkles Zoran,
I will tell it with a sigh and a vague moral:
It happened to me once to see the forest in the morning
Two ways: I went the less traveled -
The rest comes from the fact that it chose her.
Acceptance
When the sun, the remnants of the forces, the end of the radius
Clinging cloud, falls into the abyss of fire -
Over what had happened, screams of horror and amazement
Nature does not increase. After impossible,
To the birds do not know that near darkness.
They know, one suppression trembling in his chest rumble
I mętniejące eye bolt eye.
Other, low over the grove hurrying home,
Surprised by the sudden twilight, at the last minute
Falls into a slot, stored in the branches -
What most think that chirp: "So
I could! Let the night darkness around the cocoon;
Let it be quite dark clouded by darkness everywhere
That's what has to be. This is what will be, will be: let it be. "
Fire and ice
Some say that the world will destroy the fire,
Others that ice.
That met fierce desire,
I am with those who say the fire.
If the world could die and twice,
I think I know about hatred
Enough to say, equally good ice
It is, to destroy,
And it is in abundance

The road is not selected
Two roads in a yellow wood went in two different directions:
Regretting that he can not go two at a time
And be one traveler, I stood gazing
Into the first of the road, to turn her away,
Where his eyes disappeared into the thick bushes and branches;
Then I went the other of them, no less interesting,
Maybe worth to choose from this one cause,
That, rarely used, overgrown with grass;
And yet, so I could turn to the left as to the right:
Here and there were the same rut,
Full leaf, which at this time of the morning
They not meant to have traces of black streaks.
Oh, I know: but first I'll put on later,
Dear us in other ways lead - and can
I do not appear in the same place a second time.
After many years, the face of the wrinkles Zoran,
I will tell it with a sigh and a vague moral:
It happened to me once to see the forest in the morning
Two ways: I went the less traveled -
The rest comes from the fact that it chose her.
Acceptance
When the sun, the remnants of the forces, the end of the radius
Clinging cloud, falls into the abyss of fire -
Over what had happened, screams of horror and amazement
Nature does not increase. After impossible,
To the birds do not know that near darkness.
They know, one suppression trembling in his chest rumble
I mętniejące eye bolt eye.
Other, low over the grove hurrying home,
Surprised by the sudden twilight, at the last minute
Falls into a slot, stored in the branches -
What most think that chirp: "So
I could! Let the night darkness around the cocoon;
Let it be quite dark clouded by darkness everywhere
That's what has to be. This is what will be, will be: let it be. "
Fire and ice
Some say that the world will destroy the fire,
Others that ice.
That met fierce desire,
I am with those who say the fire.
If the world could die and twice,
I think I know about hatred
Enough to say, equally good ice
It is, to destroy,
And it is in abundance

The road is not selected
Two roads in a yellow wood went in two different directions:
Regretting that he can not go two at a time
And be one traveler, I stood gazing
Into the first of the road, to turn her away,
Where his eyes disappeared into the thick bushes and branches;
Then I went the other of them, no less interesting,
Maybe worth to choose from this one cause,
That, rarely used, overgrown with grass;
And yet, so I could turn to the left as to the right:
Here and there were the same rut,
Full leaf, which at this time of the morning
They not meant to have traces of black streaks.
Oh, I know: but first I'll put on later,
Dear us in other ways lead - and can
I do not appear in the same place a second time.
After many years, the face of the wrinkles Zoran,
I will tell it with a sigh and a vague moral:
It happened to me once to see the forest in the morning
Two ways: I went the less traveled -
The rest comes from the fact that it chose her.
Acceptance
When the sun, the remnants of the forces, the end of the radius
Clinging cloud, falls into the abyss of fire -
Over what had happened, screams of horror and amazement
Nature does not increase. After impossible,
To the birds do not know that near darkness.
They know, one suppression trembling in his chest rumble
I mętniejące eye bolt eye.
Other, low over the grove hurrying home,
Surprised by the sudden twilight, at the last minute
Falls into a slot, stored in the branches -
What most think that chirp: "So
I could! Let the night darkness around the cocoon;
Let it be quite dark clouded by darkness everywhere
That's what has to be. This is what will be, will be: let it be. "
Fire and ice
Some say that the world will destroy the fire,
Others that ice.
That met fierce desire,
I am with those who say the fire.
If the world could die and twice,
I think I know about hatred
Enough to say, equally good ice
It is, to destroy,
And it is in abundance

The road is not selected
Two roads in a yellow wood went in two different directions:
Regretting that he can not go two at a time
And be one traveler, I stood gazing
Into the first of the road, to turn her away,
Where his eyes disappeared into the thick bushes and branches;
Then I went the other of them, no less interesting,
Maybe worth to choose from this one cause,
That, rarely used, overgrown with grass;
And yet, so I could turn to the left as to the right:
Here and there were the same rut,
Full leaf, which at this time of the morning
They not meant to have traces of black streaks.
Oh, I know: but first I'll put on later,
Dear us in other ways lead - and can
I do not appear in the same place a second time.
After many years, the face of the wrinkles Zoran,
I will tell it with a sigh and a vague moral:
It happened to me once to see the forest in the morning
Two ways: I went the less traveled -
The rest comes from the fact that it chose her.
Acceptance
When the sun, the remnants of the forces, the end of the radius
Clinging cloud, falls into the abyss of fire -
Over what had happened, screams of horror and amazement
Nature does not increase. After impossible,
To the birds do not know that near darkness.
They know, one suppression trembling in his chest rumble
I mętniejące eye bolt eye.
Other, low over the grove hurrying home,
Surprised by the sudden twilight, at the last minute
Falls into a slot, stored in the branches -
What most think that chirp: "So
I could! Let the night darkness around the cocoon;
Let it be quite dark clouded by darkness everywhere
That's what has to be. This is what will be, will be: let it be. "
Fire and ice
Some say that the world will destroy the fire,
Others that ice.
That met fierce desire,
I am with those who say the fire.
If the world could die and twice,
I think I know about hatred
Enough to say, equally good ice
It is, to destroy,
And it is in abundance

The road is not selected
Two roads in a yellow wood went in two different directions:
Regretting that he can not go two at a time
And be one traveler, I stood gazing
Into the first of the road, to turn her away,
Where his eyes disappeared into the thick bushes and branches;
Then I went the other of them, no less interesting,
Maybe worth to choose from this one cause,
That, rarely used, overgrown with grass;
And yet, so I could turn to the left as to the right:
Here and there were the same rut,
Full leaf, which at this time of the morning
They not meant to have traces of black streaks.
Oh, I know: but first I'll put on later,
Dear us in other ways lead - and can
I do not appear in the same place a second time.
After many years, the face of the wrinkles Zoran,
I will tell it with a sigh and a vague moral:
It happened to me once to see the forest in the morning
Two ways: I went the less traveled -
The rest comes from the fact that it chose her.
Acceptance
When the sun, the remnants of the forces, the end of the radius
Clinging cloud, falls into the abyss of fire -
Over what had happened, screams of horror and amazement
Nature does not increase. After impossible,
To the birds do not know that near darkness.
They know, one suppression trembling in his chest rumble
I mętniejące eye bolt eye.
Other, low over the grove hurrying home,
Surprised by the sudden twilight, at the last minute
Falls into a slot, stored in the branches -
What most think that chirp: "So
I could! Let the night darkness around the cocoon;
Let it be quite dark clouded by darkness everywhere
That's what has to be. This is what will be, will be: let it be. "
Fire and ice
Some say that the world will destroy the fire,
Others that ice.
That met fierce desire,
I am with those who say the fire.
If the world could die and twice,
I think I know about hatred
Enough to say, equally good ice
It is, to destroy,
And it is in abundance

The road is not selected
Two roads in a yellow wood went in two different directions:
Regretting that he can not go two at a time
And be one traveler, I stood gazing
Into the first of the road, to turn her away,
Where his eyes disappeared into the thick bushes and branches;
Then I went the other of them, no less interesting,
Maybe worth to choose from this one cause,
That, rarely used, overgrown with grass;
And yet, so I could turn to the left as to the right:
Here and there were the same rut,
Full leaf, which at this time of the morning
They not meant to have traces of black streaks.
Oh, I know: but first I'll put on later,
Dear us in other ways lead - and can
I do not appear in the same place a second time.
After many years, the face of the wrinkles Zoran,
I will tell it with a sigh and a vague moral:
It happened to me once to see the forest in the morning
Two ways: I went the less traveled -
The rest comes from the fact that it chose her.
Acceptance
When the sun, the remnants of the forces, the end of the radius
Clinging cloud, falls into the abyss of fire -
Over what had happened, screams of horror and amazement
Nature does not increase. After impossible,
To the birds do not know that near darkness.
They know, one suppression trembling in his chest rumble
I mętniejące eye bolt eye.
Other, low over the grove hurrying home,
Surprised by the sudden twilight, at the last minute
Falls into a slot, stored in the branches -
What most think that chirp: "So
I could! Let the night darkness around the cocoon;
Let it be quite dark clouded by darkness everywhere
That's what has to be. This is what will be, will be: let it be. "
Fire and ice
Some say that the world will destroy the fire,
Others that ice.
That met fierce desire,
I am with those who say the fire.
If the world could die and twice,
I think I know about hatred
Enough to say, equally good ice
It is, to destroy,
And it is in abundance

The road is not selected
Two roads in a yellow wood went in two different directions:
Regretting that he can not go two at a time
And be one traveler, I stood gazing
Into the first of the road, to turn her away,
Where his eyes disappeared into the thick bushes and branches;
Then I went the other of them, no less interesting,
Maybe worth to choose from this one cause,
That, rarely used, overgrown with grass;
And yet, so I could turn to the left as to the right:
Here and there were the same rut,
Full leaf, which at this time of the morning
They not meant to have traces of black streaks.
Oh, I know: but first I'll put on later,
Dear us in other ways lead - and can
I do not appear in the same place a second time.
After many years, the face of the wrinkles Zoran,
I will tell it with a sigh and a vague moral:
It happened to me once to see the forest in the morning
Two ways: I went the less traveled -
The rest comes from the fact that it chose her.
Acceptance
When the sun, the remnants of the forces, the end of the radius
Clinging cloud, falls into the abyss of fire -
Over what had happened, screams of horror and amazement
Nature does not increase. After impossible,
To the birds do not know that near darkness.
They know, one suppression trembling in his chest rumble
I mętniejące eye bolt eye.
Other, low over the grove hurrying home,
Surprised by the sudden twilight, at the last minute
Falls into a slot, stored in the branches -
What most think that chirp: "So
I could! Let the night darkness around the cocoon;
Let it be quite dark clouded by darkness everywhere
That's what has to be. This is what will be, will be: let it be. "
Fire and ice
Some say that the world will destroy the fire,
Others that ice.
That met fierce desire,
I am with those who say the fire.
If the world could die and twice,
I think I know about hatred
Enough to say, equally good ice
It is, to destroy,
And it is in abundance