Poetry

Minecraft'ą žaidžia tobulai,
Miršta nors ir neretai
Ir itemus praranda atsitiktinai,
Bet turi ji gyslelę to žmogaus,
Kur klaidą darant nenubaus.

The test of a friend is a test of great meaning.
How roughly or kindly we treat any being
Determines the worth of the friendship you're seeing.

There's nothing as great as a being
Whose heart only sorrow is leaving.
Though rarely does pleasure he find,
To the beauty of misery, his eyes are not blind.
And although time he has plenty to ponder,
The truth is still dark due to sonder.

Why don't I reach out?
Why the possibility of help I doubt?
Well, sadly, there's nothing you can do.
Tomorrow I'll forget this and you will too.

To work, I don't want to,
To sleep, I'm not able,
What the hell do I do,
When I don't have cable?