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The English poem of the XVII century of an unknown author in the translation of Grigory Kruzhkov

This Indian grass
Bloomed while I was alive
Yesterday you lived
And tomorrow I rotted
Smoke tobacco and think

Look at the smoke going up
And the futility of the earth's division
The world with beauty
Only smoke is empty
Smoke tobacco and think

When is the pipe from the inside
Grightly be dirty look
So in the souls of all
Sin accumulates
Smoke tobacco and

When the cereal burns to the ground
There will be one ash
That our flesh
Ash a pinch
Smoke tobacco and think