What am I to Faust,
extravaganza missiles
moving with Mephistopheles in the floor of heaven!
I know -
a nail in my boot
nightmarish, than a fantasy in Goethe!
I,
Chrysostom,
whose every word
soul novorodit,
Name day body,
I tell you:
the smallest speck of dust a living
most valuable, what I did and did!
Listen!
preaches,
tossing and walls,