Eyes ask for mercy unwilled.
What I should do with them?
When at me was shortly saying
So sing and sonorous name.

I go on a path in meadow
along an unconcluded gray frame.
Here is a light wind at freedom
as springy so fresh and so stormy.

And languid heart hears
The secret power about the distant.
I know: he is live, he breathes.
He dares to be not heartbreaking.

Отгадайте оригинал :-)

Интересно, у нас зелёные базы продаются? И какую лучше выбрать для жирной кожи?