The chain of golden days and nights <br />Is still your heritage from Deity, <br />And, still, the languid maidens’ eyes <br />Are turned to you as well intently. <br />So, play and sing, friends of my years! <br />Lose very quickly passing evening, <br />And, at your heedless joy and singing, <br />I will be smiling through my tears.<br /><br />Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-friends/
