Tree

Now you're going slightly nuts
With all your plastic desires
With all your trivial dreams
You want nothing but to fire
All of them full of beans
When the world becomes a little bit concrete
And all those clowns displease
You will find me out on Main-street
Dancing with the holy trees
Weary of not doing
The things you want to do
Tired of pursuing
Things you never wanted to
Of ail! your plastic desires
Of alt your trivial dreams
You want nothing but to fire
All of them full of...

Don't U forget
To take all you wish to take
With yourself into the Mystery!..
Life wasn't a useless fake,
It means so much for the History
Of Earth deeds. What your Spirit needs
Is a new fresh flash water splash,
Again U will find!..
Awakening Consciousness and Mind...

Have U already met you Love?
The Twin Flame, sent from Above?
Did you guess the meaning of Life?
Have you passed it at least a half?..

Search for a Moment
Of Glory of God!
Drive the Existence van!
Any Tree or...

Winter has come
And the snow’s covered the land.
All the jobs have been done
And the year’s coming to end.

Fir-tree lights are burnt
And the people are wishing for good.
All the lessons are learned,
All the values are understood.

Let the old year go away,
Let the New Year come to my land
Let the old friend never betray,
Let the new friend give me a hand.
Let the people live always in peace
Let prosperity come to their homes,
Let their kindness ever increase,
Let them see...

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...

i’m looking at the sun
through the fingers of trees
it’s a shining something
through the little twigs
i’m enjoy… this silence
so sensitive fire ,
that’s going to me
it’ s really nice

and my beautiful smile,
that’s i got from your ray
i’m return …
everybody
again and again….
i‘m exiting …
so beautiful
i want to reply…
it’s a great inspiration
of your spiritual wave

i’m looking at the sun
through the fingers of trees
everything talking
about your feelings
it’s a joke...

I am walking in the forest of my own life
I feel at once and suddenly inside,
I love so much this nice and magic day
I am breathing this so wonderful and mental way

And in the sunny place of forest’s edge
Shall open wind the list of fairy page
I am satisfied with piece of tasty cake,
That just your earthly hands can only make

The trees are rustling nice about something,
I am crazy quiet about silence and unusual exciting
The lock is free... The door just opens...so slowly
In one...

Look at the window, and tell me you see,
Snow going down, white covering trees;
Heaven like mirror, mirror of ground,
World is amazing, looking around.

I stand alone in the darkness.
The winter of my life came so fast.
Memories go back to my childhood
To days I still recall.

Oh, how happy I was then.
There was no sorrow, there was no pain.
Walking through the greenfields
Sunshine in my eyes.

I'm still there, everywhere,
I'm the dust in the wind,
I'm the star in the northern sky.
I never stayed, anywhere,
I'm the wind in the trees.
Would you wait for me forever?

Ты знаешь, как под звездами
возбуждается серебром тепло?
Ты знаешь, что мы живем?
Ты не оставил ключи от Царства?
Ты являлся этому миру
и жив ли ты?

Давай возродим богов и старые
мифы,
Воскресим ритуалы пустынных древних лесных пространств,
(разве ты не забыл назиданья
старинной военной лиры?)

Мы нуждаемся в великих оргиях золотой века.

Наши отцы щебечут на куполах лесных изваяний.
Наша мать зарыта в морские побеги.

Ты знаешь, что железные адмиралы
ведут нас, как скот, на...

Mohito-Latte with a Baileys inside,
Twilight around the sky,
Baden-Baden does easily dancing aside,
As fire on candles, as shy.

So merry, so easy, so fastly and funny
Is shining the careless snow,
My soul is free, it's abundant and clear -
The old world going too low

It's heard, as the trees are whispering on the bridges,
Making a bless in a river,
It's heard, as a rain will go by and somewhere,
With climate of roses, believe it

It's heard, as a wind is still singing it's songs...