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One step and the world has thawed,
Another - and all around disappears from us.
Who could foresee that all will be lost
And on my heart there will be from you only a scar.
There are no more forces to shout and ask you about the help,
It is intolerable to observe as paradise turns to a hell.
Light turns to darkness and it is impossible to rescue that
For the sake of what lived so long - you and I.
You hold this fragile heart in your hands;
Compress it, not knowing the pain and harm.
You rescue it so hopelessly,
Trying to direct her to another's towns.
You own that world where there is no fear,
You hear only what you wish to hear.
You accept and push away not showing the truth,
And a loving heart means nothing for you.
It is impossible to pass on the destroyed bridge, collecting splinters of the broken glass.
Reading prays aloud so carefully on the frozen grass,
With tears on her eyes she tries to keep that scar,
Which has remained on her defenceless heart from you.
######### 1.10.2007
Ya tebya zovu, no ty menya ne sly6y6.
Ya toboy dy6u, ty v dyhanie moe ne veri6.
Byt s toboy mne nevozmojno. Tak sudba rasporyadilas.
Nesprosya nikogo, nas s toboy na veka razdelila.
V poluno4noy ti6i ya pytayus kriknut tvoe imya;
No kri4at tak bolno, ya snova bessilna.
Ya zabyla slova; ya sojgla te mosty,
O kotoryh ty mne tak 4asto govoril.
ty prityagivae6 menya, zapre6aya byt s toboy.
Ty zakryvae6 moi glaza, a v serdce nevynosimaya bol.
ya sly6u, kak po kry6e byot proklyatyy dojd.
Ostavlyaya menya v gluhoy temnote, ty prosto uyde6.
V slepoy pustote ya budu dy6at,
Ot nevynosimoy boli budu kri4at,
V mertvoy ti6yne tebya budu iskat,
I beznadejno budu tebya na pomo6 zvat...
No ty ne pride6 - ya znayu eto!
Ya sly6u vdali poslednee eho!
Ya ne viju puti, ya idu v nikuda!
Ya ne veryu i prinimayu to, 4to poteryala ego (tebya) navsegda!!!
"Poslednyaya stranica - Zakon4ennoe pismo" 11.10.2007
Proklyatie moe - pismo na stole.
Ya viju tvoyu ten` na beloy stene.
Slova zaklinaniya pi6u na liste..
Glaza zakryvaya, dy6u v pustote.
Odinoka i svobodna, slez ne sos4itat`.
Pro6anie poslednee ne v silah napisat`.
Otdatca v neizvestnost i v nikuda kri4at`.
Ne sly6at i ne videt, na 4ernoe gadat`.
4to ty sdelal so mnoy? Nikto ne skajet mne...
Teper li6 ostaetca otdatca ne svoey sudbe
U tupo verit`, le4it` sebya opyat`,
I zanovo postaratca lubov svoyu ponyat`.
Prinyat` zakony, no tolko ne tvoi;
Zaje4 posledniy fakel i sje4 tvoi mosty;
Poprobovat` sdelat` 6ag na neznakomom puti;
Istoriyu perepisat`, no stranicy ne moi..
Ty byl... ty est... ty bude6... no tolko ne so mnoy.
Ot krika i ot boli sorvalsa golos moy.
I serdce zamiraet, po6ady pro6u u tebya...
Ty uje sdelal dostato4no, tak otpusti menya!!!
Ne nujno menya derjat`, silnee ot etogo ne stanu.
Ne nujno menya tolkat`, ya idti perestanu.
Upast` i slomatca; kri4at`, no ostatca;
Dy6at` i zabytca; otpustit` i zanovo u4itca.
Lubila tebya, dy6ala toboy...
No ya okazalas tvoey igru6koy slepoy.
Ya verila i molilas v nemuyu pustotu,
A ty prosto zaper menya, podariv temnotu.
V mertvoy ti6ine napi6u tvoe imya.
Prokri4u, zarevu i otdamca vo vremya.
Tam uviju tebya, tam tebya ya vstre4u...
Ty bude6 celovat` druguyu.........ya etogo ne zame4u...
Eto byla poslednyaya stranica.
Kniga napisana, ty moje6 etim gorditca.
Horo6ee na4alo, otli4nyy konec...
Ty pridumal vse krasivo i druguyu povel pod venec...
Kto ya v tvoey jizni? Otveta net.
Za4em sebe vrat? Idti na krayniy svet?
Govorit` poteryannye slova i darit` razbitye me4ty...
I tonkaya stal razrezaet tiho sny...
Ni ty, ni ya....nikto ne mog bed znat`.
I nam ne nujno bylo vse eto na4inat.
Ya serdce otdala, ty ne ocenil moey lubvi...
Na mogile na6ego pro6logo teper lejat cvety...
Dojd byot mne v lico, a mojet eto slezy...
Slova sgorayut zajivo, i v serdve tolko grezy.
Ya ne znayu, 4to skazat`. Ty sdelal vse za nas.
Ya postarayus vse ponyat` i otpu6u tebya za raz.
4to podelat`? Takova sudba:
Ty s4astliv, no ya budu s4astlivee bez tebya.
Ya lubila....no lubit` - ne zna4it sumet` uderjat`.
Ya postarayus byt vy6e; ya nau4us bez tebya dy6at`....
WINTER KISS
Do you remember that day when you
Let your hands went through
My body. Your love was so strong,
But your words were wrong.
Do you remember that winter day
When expectation turned slowly to a real way.
Touches were like a burning fire.
You kept me, like a breath, made me higher.
Looking through love, touching the passion,
Whispering magic, drawing expansion...
You let me be your last free breath
And gave me unforgettable winter kiss.
That kiss... was it just illusion...
You found me in confusion.
Lonely and free wind was blowing through our lips.
Going through my memory...it wasn't just a kiss.
Stop thinking, going crazy again,
Losing my mind for your love to gain.
Smash the rain sound in a hope to find the truth:
Winter kiss is a piece of YOU...
FROZEN HISTORY
From sunrise to sunset
You are looking for somebody's help,
For being safety in a stranger warm bed,
Having written your history for innocence
And maybe one day someone will read it;
You will find yourself so lovely and pretty,
You will both think that you need it...
He will call you : "my dear sweety"...
From here your history will begin.
But why people are so blind sometimes,
They are ready to give their lifes
For those, who they don`t know...
Keeping this faith in their hearts,
They think they can avoid this dangerous start
Not looking back, not turning around,
Being right everywhere, not feeling the ground.
They forgot about the questions, their answers are in their souls.
Can't stand expectations for the nearest great love,
Step by step, together on the bridge,
Write on the wall their own last dream.
The time goes on, the different understanding,
Listen to each other without interrupting,
Hurry to endlessness for finding nothing
And clearly see, that you are tired. You will stop it.
The end of the love-story, everything has gone.
The history is nothing for both, and no one
Can return it for making it alive.
Without any permission, they threw the history away
And started their own new lifes, not doing the same.
But why people are so rude to nature's laws,
Out of endlessness screaming for no more.....
What they are going to prove by killing own history
And putting some stupid answers in their tiny melody...
What do they expect in the world expansion?
What are they going to improve if there is no reaction
For their actions?............
Having killed their history, they bring only pain
And everytime, doing the same mistakes again,.
Why they think they are on the right movement
And there will be no punishment for wrong agreement?
What the God thought, may he had created our world?
What did he mean giving people passion and love?
Why did he let us kill all beautiful in this world?
The history of memory is frozen now for so long.
No way to come back and begin to write again
All what you gave for ice, but not for happiness, and then
You will feel lonely, no chances to return past for new ways.
Being brave and strong, don't do that for God sake...
The history is frozen, no matter who was wrong
Human's mind sometimes belongs
To not their feeling, but to crazy world,
Where they find themselfs in confusion.
They are going to refuse from their own constitution
Being proud .............but living in damage illution.
Who will stop us if we can't stop ourselfs?
Who will give the right answers and dont let go our mind out of space?
Our world lookes like unknown secret box and keeps from us it mystery....
No one on the earth can save the frozen history....
1-2.11.2007
ONA VLUBLENA...!!!!
Gorod zatih. Slyshny lish shagi.
Belym melom risuet slova na puti
I na zlo sudbe idet vpered ona...
Nichego osobennogo. Eta devochka vlublena!
Ey groza ne strashna. Pust` grom uspokoitca.
Ona pridumyvaet cveta v raduge posle dojdika...
Tot hudojnik, chto sotvoril ee, znal navernyaka,
Chto v etot den` ona budet vlublena!
Po sedmomu nebu schastya plyvut korabli,
Oblaka kak ieroglify beskonechnoy lubvi.
V malenkom serdce snova jivet vesna.
Ona tak legka, ved` ona vlublena!
Luchik solnca risuet na ee lice miluyu ulybku,
Daje dojdik ne osmelitca pustit` malenkuyu slezinku,
Veter ukrashaet nejnoy melodiey etu kartinku,
I muzyka lyotca, laskaya ee i lubya.
Yarkii cvet strasti v ee glazah,
Vkus sladkoi lubvi na ee gubah.
Prohojie ne pohoji na togo, komu serdce svoe otdala...
I pust nikto ne uznaet, chto ONA VLUBLENA!
19.11.2007
