Friday (пятница)

It was a good day

In the worst year.

I love Friday,

It's evening of beer.

Every morning I try

Open my eyes

To go somewhere,

Where I only work and cry.

World isn't fair,

I'm tired of everlasting fail.

My heart is hurt,

It's cordial, but not smart.

But this friday evening

Helps me to stay on feet,

This time's amazing,

Only because of it

I can keep out of pain.

My future isn't certain,

So my dreams are scary.

But until I have friday,

I would say

That life's like a sweet berry,

That everything is okay.