Above

God is Energy. Divine...
Just reveal it.
You may find...
God is everything.
Above, and beneath.
It is Love.
God is heaven,
God is hell.
Great eternit light, as well.
His Plan is absolutely pure.
His wings are patience and secure.
It's Consciousness is bright and clear.
Do trust to Spirit - it is near...

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...

Why Love is so hard to be defined?
Exactly, main source is the Love.
That's what everyone is up to find,
That is that goes from ground to Above.

The one who makes the active, lusty searches
Coordinates in chances with the one,
Who fell in dreams of something great and gorgeous -
They both do live under the same Sun.

And anyways, affinity of passion,
Or Higher Love - it's all about the deal
That means the most impressive world's action,
That has to be immediately revealed.

Two brains in my head, my mind is out of control
Looking for blood, looking for meat
I see your minced body under cover of the night
Pale, like the moon above
Trembling hands, sweat on my lips
Can't believe it, can't believe
I'm posessed, posessed
Pure water washes the death away
Cleans my conscience, my conscience
Dawn is coming smashes me to the ground
Brings me back, to reality, to reality
Demons are exhausted in the glaring light
Tiredness grabbs at me embraces me so...

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...

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...

This day
Has brought forgotten fears…
My rain
Has wanted to calm me tears…
He beat off the rhythm in pools…
It were so beautiful tunes…

My rain
Sang songs about love…
And they
Helped soul to rise above…
And I spoke my thanks the rain
That have come to me again…

My way
So it is long for me...
This rain
Will allow us to meet,
To open for new love games
Umbrella of our happy days...

Елена Ольховик
2011 год

Любимый мой, ты спишь - сырой, землёй объят,
И заметает снег твою могилу ...
Единственный, ...как я тебя любила -
Жаль, времени волну не откатить назад.

Я без тебя душой на крыльях не парю,
В горах без нас цветёт душистый вереск.
Ажуром папоротник расплескал листву,
И моё сердце в твой "уход" не верит.

В земле - уже пятнадцать диких декабрей
Ты мёрзнешь - я согреть тебя не в силах.
В страданиях, ощущаю всё ясней -
Твой дух мне помогает выжить, милый.

Впервые после долгих...

In the flashing current of the urban life
In the cocktail of voices and sirens,
‘Mid the northern tempests, blizzards
And the fogs above the rivers
Thine life-giving voice is testifying
Of the coming of her Majesty the all-good Spring.
And you sing, and you sing,
Although you aren’t a nightingale,
Thine quiet silvery song is louder than the crack of doom.
It flows like sweetest music,
Which gives hope, invigorates and emboldens.
And the Earth casts off its icy test,
The sparrow’s...

В чём прелесть жизни в сем мире-
Свободны в нем в выборе души...
Нигде нет свободы, ни ниже, ни выше..,
Здесь каждый проявит свою сущность..!
Смиренным быть с Богом, рогатых в огонь,-
Суд праведный Господом мира закон!

***/Ереван 11.11г./***

***(перевод на англ. любительский)

What is the charm of life in this world,
Here is the free choice of the soul ...
Nowhere is there any freedom-below or above ..
Here everyone will show their identity ..!
Humble to be with God, horned...