***
Согрел меня ноябрь иронией своей,
А ты печаль искала, что до сих пор ее не знала.
Давно я видел час осенний сей,
Но ты свою мне сказку заново сказала…
А с листопадом дружба, та предаст тебя,
Как только первый холод в душу с ветром.
Всегда вельветовый и теплый, он любя,
Прощается уже с тобой в закате где-то…
История твоя, она все та же,
Опавшие и желтые – они все помнят,
И не забыть им, сколько слез твоих и даже
Круги твоей истоптанной дороги…
Согрел меня ноябрь иронией, а ты…
Ты подарила снова миг, что острый, терпкий,
Оставив за собой свой аромат тоски,
Спокойных тихих линий тонких…
2 ноября 2009
***
We choose our one way
From birth, in early age.
We start each our day
Of clean and sincere pray.
And ages coming through
So fast and inconvincible,
The stars with them and moon,
The sun at afternoon.
The mountains and rocks,
Eternal signs in temples,
So majestic and noble
They hold the universe...
This everything around
Has look not hesitate,
Though someone anyway
Could alter-ate your way...
We pass through the deserts,
And distance is not reason.
We follow after birds
At any time or season.
And choosing our way
From birth to the last days,
This is the thing we pray
Despite what someone says…
16 September 2009
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Вот снова незаметно ты пришла,
Бархатным платьем за собою принесла
Теплый и терпкий ветер, вихрь листвы,
Холодный вечер, оранжевые фонари…
Незабываемы моменты ты в сером небе прячешь.
А те, что сердце трогали когда-то,
Их выставляешь напоказ и не иначе,
Ты ностальгией печалишь душу сладкой…
Ведешь меня с собой и до зимы
Дурманишь разум пьянящим ароматом.
Величественной и благородной красоты
Берешь во мне аккорды на феерическом закате…
Надежды на покой уж нет совсем,
Я обречен на чувств игру…
Лишь только неподвижно ты позволишь мне
В своей сонливой безмятежности уплыть во мглу…
01 сентября 2009
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Feelings and love are infant of the heart in haze,
That could believe in flight to stars at night,
So vulnerable and often somewhere in chase
By insane preconceptions under the seeming grace.
They realize the values, if it were lost by bell,
They cry in sorrows like a child casted-off,
And that is thing to change themselves as well,
As keen glance inside unparalleled own universe…
They often hear rumors, letting take them true,
Sustaining prepossessions borrowed for emotion,
They are out of one's mind and own soul clue,
And having no idea what is the life with notion…
They grow on piquant indolence and paper noise,
And listen to veracious stories changing any liking side,
So tiny infant doesn't have any justified choice,
To leave this mediocre realm of people's ordinary world…
29 July 2009
***
The yellow wind comes through,
We helpless now to find the clue.
To cut the evidence of forgery,
The ethereal of prosiness…
We are like mighty, positive,
To watch the life, we live.
But hardly can descry the way,
The errancy of coming day…
The yellow wind we breathe,
Comes through the fabulous dreams,
In fine we are in deadly chase,
Pursuing coveted phantom trace.
02 October 2009
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How dark and foggy nightly flights,
I like to follow gloomy skies.
Is my flight dreamy? I don't know.
Please make it real for me now.
How dark and deep your mystic eyes,
So, one can't see their secret soul.
But only morning sun, it tries,
Discover spanless splendid world.
I live with hope to meet your glance,
The one, that able make me happy.
I feel your glamorous dance,
It is so close and turns me captive.
01 October 2009
***
This autumn gave her warm with ironic November,
But you were happy long before his daylight…
This foggy times that I was looking for, remembered,
Nevertheless you touched up the story old in new side…
You're trying late fall friendship that betraying,
As soon as first chill breeze creeps deeply in your soul.
The velvet autumn loves us, but anyway she is staying
So far away on edges horizon with frozen moon…
Your story tearful, so it is the same again.
But fallen leaves remember all your thoughts and dreams.
They can't forget as well you trampled circle way,
They can't relieve your vain and helpless tears…
This autumn gave her warm with velvet irony,
And you just gifted me the moment biting, rough.
Thus left behind the sweeten savor of melancholy,
So peaceful, smooth and quiet…
17 November 2009
