Being

I Thank for every day of life,
I spread Eternal Light of God,
I'm full of Wisdom anytime,
See Opportunity in Block

Being the Energy of Sun,
I make my Spirit so much stronger,
My Consciousness is Bright and Spotless,
I do not Suffer any longer

I Correspond my Way with God,
My Karma is crystallized and clear,
I help the people all around,
And I'm free from any Fear

I see the Light where it's the Dark
And I can switch the dark to Light,
I switch destruction to Creation,
I feel...

It was in a twilight of fresh world cleft,
Million nights from the Equator left,
Nations were searching for a chance to unite.
However, the life was always a fight...

I have been spending my time in somewhere,
Sending a voice of Divine out of there,
And it was a second when stars were shining coquetly,
When Angel in clothes of human was being an actor.

I sent him a knowledge of truth and heat of its Home,
Said that it wouldn't be long, but eternal as stone,
That God is...

I've met a girl, and she had come from Georgia.
It always shines with sparkle of her eyes:
The stars of black, and white dove as a surgeon.
That wasn't ever going sometimes to die...

Not die - just go. It wouldn't feel the changes:
Being the Angels, they would extend it's image.
The Georgian girls had lived on Earth for ages,
But when you catch them, you just stop eternal time.

The Georgian Girl is Image that's collected:
The beauties west and angel coat is riding on.
However...

Крадётся свет луны ночной
И прогоняет летний зной.
Шаги уносят смуты дня -
Пусть мир кружится без меня

Свою религию творя,
С тобой вдвоём стоим в дверях.
Парфюм твой, что тебя вдыхал,
Меня, окутав, пропитал

И я хочу к тебе прижаться,
Только сердце пустилось вскачь -
И я тебя едва касаюсь


Снять и затерять,
Лампы свет приглушить -
Любовь мою
Не утолить.
Продолжай же дразнить,
Чтоб по капле испить
Любовь, что мне
Не утолить


Бежит по коже лунный свет,
И скрытен губ...

Для редактора,
озабоченного передовицей,
он никто, какой-то Джон Мильтон,
затерявшийся на литературной обочине.

Актриса глицериновую слезу
из-за него не проливала ни разу.

О нем хранит молчание
радио и телевещание.

Нет ни досье, ни файлов секретных.
Нет псевдонимов народу известных.

Никому не интересно
узнать его настоящее имя.

Жив ли он, мертв ли он,
не проверяет никто.

Возможно в чулане
детективы найдут его труп
с разбитым лицом,
с открытыми глазами...

The sunset blazes ‘pon the vault,
This afternoon dies slowly forever,
The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue,
Another episode of this life’s masquerade
Comes to an end…
The curtain falls…
And beauteous Agnes Adoma,
The prima donna of the opera house,
A-shining in the luster of her fame,
Leaves her beloved stage to the ovation
Of the spectators.
Her eyes! Her gorgeous green eyes!
They shine, like emeralds in the midday fire of heaven!
Her skin is white, like a snow of the...

They loved each other with delight
To self-oblivion. Devout
Was their affection, and the bout
Of their strong passion was so bright.

He met her when the Sun was setting,
And rainbow across the sky
Gladdened the kind dreamer’s eye;
High in the clouds a lark was singing.

They met by accident in the garden,
Where thousands of tulips bloomed.
The air was filled with sweet perfume,
Which was so pleasant and so ardent.

Their lips in rapturous elation
Whispered the words of gaiety...