The palm sunday

There Is the Moon,
That's reflexing on February snow,
That is singing up high all alone,
I will come to You soon

There is the Moon,
That is shining on somebody's face,
That is watching humanity race,
Just reversing a noon

There is the night,
That is calling for Brightening Light,
That is waiting for heat of the Sun,
For God whims have been done

There is the Time,
That in Universe doesn't exist,
But on Earth it is hidden in mist,
Deep inside in the mind

There is the sky...

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...

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...

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...

I'll get you out of my head
I won't let you drive me mad
Hurt but unbowed

The sun is bright, the sky is blue
The world still turns without you
Don't ever doubt
I'm feeling powerful and bold
I can take over the world
My will is strict, my mind is cold
I'm fircely proud

The day comes closer to twilight
The sun is slipping out of sight
I'm ready for a fight
I check my hoard, i gain my might
I do the same thing every night
I'm weaving spells around my mind
Not letting you...

ROBERT BURNS

Coming Through The Rye

O Jenny is all wet, poor body,
Jenny is seldom dry:
She draggled all her petticoats,
Coming through the rye!
Coming through the rye, poor body,
Coming through the rye,
She draggled all her petticoats,
Coming through the rye!
Should a body meet a body
Coming through the rye,
Should a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
Should a body meet a body
Coming through the glen,
Should a body kiss a body,
Need the world know?
Should a body meet...

Навеяно композицией «Апрель» хард-рок группы «Дип перпл» (Deep Purple) 1969 г.

Жестокий месяц февраль
Солнце закрыто тучами
Серое небо там, где должно быть синее
И ты весь в ожидании
Но пока ты видишь только движения черных теней
Спроси меня, почему должно быть так
Зачем же так страдать
Я закричу в ответ, откуда мне знать?
Я ничего не могу с этим поделать

Одинокая девочка весна
Где же ты, где?
Ты пропала со своим солнцем
Наши улицы полны боли
Нам не хватает света
Неужели зима...

Я памятник себе воздвиг нерукотворный,
К нему не зарастет народная тропа,
Вознесся выше он главою непокорной
___Александрийского столпа.

Нет, весь я не умру — душа в заветной лире
Мой прах переживет и тленья убежит —
И славен буду я, доколь в подлунном мире
___Жив будет хоть один пиит.

Слух обо мне пойдет по всей Руси великой,
И назовет меня всяк сущий в ней язык,
И гордый внук славян, и финн, и ныне дикой
___Тунгус, и друг степей калмык.

И долго буду тем любезен я народу,
Что...

Is this the real life -
Is this just fantasy -
Caught in a landslide -
No escape from reality -
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see -
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy -
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me,
- to me -,

Mama, just killed a men,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead,
Mama, life had just begun,
but now I've gone and thrown it all away -
Mama, ooo,
Didn't...