Предисловие:
Слова мои, музыка нейронная. Исполняет робот. Смеяться после слова "лопата", а потом можно обнять и плакать.
The tears and laughter, hand in hand,
Like pain and healing instrument.
Jokes hold а truth — the black-white mix,
And any humour’s dark, no tricks.
AI can mock, but won’t feel mirth,
True laughter springs from human earth.
The weeping for the world’s absurd —
Is very laughter, felt and heard.
A nonsense will be humorous
To us, who know what proper is.
Word "shovel" brings a smile, you see,
If you work hard and patiently. |
