It�s rather strange but balance has the nature

Of zebra�s black and white smart coats as hubs,

The coniferous wood is changed by stubs,

And highlife leads to tiresome adventure.

Incomprehension gets away one�s trust,

A gulp of water substitutes for dinner,

You walk so slowly, then you run so fast,

And who can tell who is a saint, a sinner?

The peace must always end the war, and nights

Give birth to sunny days, not vice versa,

The paradise, the hell, the dark, the light,

God only knows, who is that nature�s author.