There 's evil in good and vice versa,
But people are neither that nor this.
They all are right, and even more so,
Not worth a curse, not worth a bliss.
There is no Sweden or Japan,
But only people are around
Who under pale and crippled Sun
Are crawling on the shaky ground.
И в зле добро, и в добром злоба,
Но нет ни добрых, нет ни злых,
И правы все, и правы оба, —
И правоту поет мой стих.
И нет ни шведа, ни японца.
Есть всюду только человек,
Который под недужьем солнца
Живёт свой жалкий полувек.
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