Hard life

If there is something
You cannot accept,
Stiuation, Existence Part, Man,
Take yourself in a loan.
As here you had never stood.
No time - no space - no mood.
So nothing would have been left.
Objectivise it, feel the Power of Plan...
The Universe is a smiling eternal cleft
In God's Divinity's Holy's Infinite's boots.
And Go On... Go on... Go on... Searching Your Higher Self.

I sit through the long night
In the high tower,
And listen to the autumn rain
Outside my window.

There is no sound of human life,
Save now and then
A belated traveler hastening by.
Through the dark heaven,
A wild goose wings his lonely flight.
In the chill gloom
A cricket calls
The water drips mournfully
From the t'ung trees;
And the blossoms
Flutter sadly
To the rain-soaked earth.

Sadness broods
Over the world.
I fear to walk in my garden,
Lest I see
A...

You will never know that
You were like a dream in my life.
You will never know that
I did not assume that I need you so much.
You will never know that
Every day I am writing to you.
You will never know that
It is not so easy to let you go.

All is Okay.
I will never cry.
I will smile
Looking in the sky.
We have a lot of time
To find our way.
Who knows
What awaits us in the future.
But I believe that
All these years
You felt my support.

I let you go,
I let you go forever...

I don't promise you
That I will love eternally.
You look in heavens blue.
Feel me today internally.
Light music of my soul.
Play tenderness of touch.
Once we have lost control,
Now we should know how much.

I searched for you everywhere.
I waited for you set of years.
I needed you as in air.
I listened to music of spheres.
Our eyes have met,
It's absolutely the other world.
You're mine, you're sweet.
We are two parts of a single whole.

Your passion has spread wings,
We will...

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...

Your love is a subtle knife,
Like a double-edged sword,
Or like a thorn of a Dutch rose…
The magic power of yours
Brings a delightful mental anguish…
Your manners are flirtatious and vampish.
Your eyes… The morning stars, they shine on your visage,
Their light passes through life and death -
Through our existence.
Your lips… Like a forked tongue of a snake
They pierce my soul
And make it shed sweet tears, which you drink
With ecstasy.
Your hair is a golden net,
In which I was...

Be thou blessed, Aurora, sister of Eos! The Heaven shines with the splendor of Deity! O Ra, Aten, and others with them, ye shine like diamond dew in the South, like diamanté snowflakes in the North. And ye grant life to all the living creatures. Ye generously spread your rays in the face of the Earth. The World celebrates the Sunrise.
February 2-4, 2012

The child of the Volga region,
White, like a butterfly in the pitch black night
And fragrant, like an incense in the dungeon,
You stand alone in all your royal might.
Born by the land of the disgraceful strangers,
So cold and wild, and by the Heavens cursed,
Within the glades and mountain ranges,
You dwell on the summit of the Universe.
Your life is sad, but hopefully,
You are a luminary for this World, truly.

June 14, 2012
Saratov

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...

Пчелки, пчелки в мире есть..,
Осы, осы рады съесть...
Пчелки мед творят во благо,
Жизнь поддерживают, радость..,
Осы ж разрушают соты,
Пчелок съев плодятся в роты..!

***/Ереван 10.12 г./***
***(перевод любительский на англ.)

Bees, bees in the world is ..
Wasps, wasps are happy to eat them ...
Bees produce honey for good
To support life and the joy of us ..
Wasps also destroy cells,
Eating bees thrive in large companies ..!

***/Ереван 10.12 г./***