I don't want fame, it is an ugly creature:
It chooses blindly, stupidly avoids.
Yet neither pure luck, nor grand achievements,
Too early to pretend for fruitful joys.
The fame is vain, it passes very quickly,
By silly caprice it ignored Bach!
He was unknown - just to live forever,
And famous ones are all forgotten dust.
No, I don't want that fame, I want my path,
I want to find the words that sound forte,
I want to light the candle by strength of love,
Not silly fame - I want to be immortal!
© Valerie Livina