Ode to the bathroom (Mike Naumenko)

Bathroom - a place where you can stay quite alone,
To throw off a load of cares, dissolve them in water.
The door is locked and here none won't enter already,
You're finally alone in this white void.

Bathroom - a place where you can undress quite naked,
To throw off a smile, fear and flattery along with clothes.
And the mirror, your best friend, will spit to you in eyes,
But the water all will forgive and accept you such as you are.

Oh, God! How we want to be someone –
A millionaire, a rock star,
A saint, a prophet, a madman
Or at least oneself…
Be oneself? It's difficult… 
It's possible only here.

Bathroom - a place where it's so easy to penetrate into the essence of things,
To believe that you know where truth and where lie,
And the main – no one sees by what you're busy here – 
Whether you cut veins or just barf.

Oh, bathroom!
I sing to you praise 
For simplicity,
For cleanness,
For soap and for douche,
For all-forgiveness,
For resurrection,
For purifying our souls!





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