Dark!, Iron!, light and fire for success The cannons opened their bowels of brass On each Level and stage of wooden stairs Drawing my dreams to keep them in fiery lines Everywhere tongues, eyes, and moving masses Trying to hold me back in such daily mess Under confusion in deadly fierce designs Making a circle about my failures and mistakes In conversations reaching only my dark sides Ignoring achievements to notice my quivering hands Then when they sated their eyes and ears Went after spectacles, unparalleled rumors Then I looked at the far top with teary eyes Was not visible, they were hidden in my smiles Even after each obstacle and their shady rays I made from their talk a fuel for my advance I kept looking to the top while the terror descends Each step their words does not reach but flames To easily reach the delicious fruits, cut ββthe twigs Then remember the shadow in the dark fades In the darkest nights there will be brighter stars And only the kings who will walk in majestic halls Some stairs will break they made from woods Might some will be gone by natural disasters But there will be always a road to access A top that once I thought was unreached place Then I took a look on the victims of their tongues Cause of them was born my popular success