Translations

Love

Already the third moon

Has risen upon the sky,

Someone is telling fortune, someone

Is guessing if this time

It’s love….

What do I need these days for?

If not one drop of them is filled with your flavor?

Why isn’t it you and I again

Dancing to the blues of the rain

And love...

Why would I care for his lips,

If I need to unite with yours?

Emptiness, numb and speechless,

Spreads out her paws

Through life…. Whole life…

All our minutes have died out,

The door echoed after my slam,

And like a beast who cannot be tamed

I keep on pacing and circling around

Through life… whole life

Come just for a little bit,

And stay just for a night.

It’s overwhelming. I’m defeated

By the beating inside

Love…

Don’t be afraid to be a stranger to all,

All this is shame – in vain.

Stay with me, stay for long,

Forgive and love the pain.

Forgive…

Already the seventh moon

Has risen upon the sky,

Someone is telling fortune, someone

Is guessing if this time

It’s love

Through life

Forgive

If it’s love

Henry VIII

Henry the Eighth on his throne,

With a stone in a crown and a stone

In the heart. And all of his wives,

All six and none he loves.

Let them say he is a merciless tyrant

Who won’t pity no servant, no wife,

But his fingers are softer and kinder

When a head goes under a knife.

And you! Just give him a boy , a son!

Blood from blood and flesh from flesh,

A kind that brings joy and pleasure,

Just passion, joy and pleasure…

As for me – I don’t need no one

As for me – not a thing I need.

The pen is chasing the end of the line

And the song turned out well, indeed.

Keys

I am leaving you,

I am slamming the door,

This is the end , believe me, this is the end.

I’ve left , I’ve slammed the door and I’ve lost my keys.

The stars are looking down

With an indifferent look, the skies

Are mocking because now

Anyone can be with you, but I.

Let your path be a bright one,

Not an easy, but bright, though,

Your grieve, trust me, is turning to ashes

Which will dissolve way before they touch your soil.

The stars are looking down

With an indifferent look, the skies

Are mocking because now

Anyone can be with you, but I.

I am leaving you….

100

The last hundred of hours is reaching its end.

It appears I’m beginning to value consistence.

Pride and ego are out of style in a minute when

When we are squeezing the space in our palms.

Our parting in its impatience has no time to loose

And all the quiet words promise – we will not meet.

I see it so clearly – the triumph of victory and grieve,

You will walk by and I will not notice.

Let you not hear me, not greet me with a smile,

To be heard is a privilege give to one in a thousand ,

Long time ago our paths have crossed once and

The memory of it is enough for a while.

The union of love and freedom is absurd enough,

Any logic, no doubt, will crush all the ties,

I valued faithfulness, I didn’t realize

That tenderness in its grandeur rises above.

And if you’re weeping, not anger, not pain, your tears

Break like crystals when they reach the soil same as here,

And if you look up, you’ll see the skies, same as here,

And nothing exists. Only this moment lives.

Grandfather

For years went by,

Words and faces are getting vague

Life is like to a path of a target in the shooting range:

We are all barely hanging on.

The twenty first. Night. Monday.

I’m counting the shadows now,

I’m listening in to every sound,

So that I’ll hear when light and weightless

Your soul is coming up the staircase.

The twenty first. Night. Monday.

You’re up on the cloud, I’m at my place.

You are laughing and I grieve

And I picture than: what if

You would live, still live?

The twenty first. Night. Monday.

Come, join me for a cup of tea,

It hasn’t changed much in our world –

Everyone is rushing. It’s rainy. I still miss you

And can’t get used to the sound of those words :

The twenty first. Night. Monday….

Picnic

Every word has its turn

Even the insensible “Forgive”

I keep on repeating it so I won’t be torn

When it’s my time to leave.

If our road will split in two

Alas, the chances are : it would.

By – without touching a hand

Or turning head.

Damn! I haven’t seen you in ages.

Damn! I won’t see you in ages, hence

I tell myself to be courageous

After all it does make sense:

All the pretexts and justifications,

Weighty occasions, reason’s file,

Incompatibility, separation…

The list is endless, can’t hold back a smile…

I can’t get accustomed nevertheless,

Your every gesture sinks deep in my heart,

Maybe it’s just that the change of place

Or attachments, they come hard.

Damn! I haven’t seen you in ages.

Damn! I won’t see you in ages, hence

I tell myself: “Be courageous,

Parting is not yet death”…

Streetcar

Riding in the streetcar at night

With your cheek pressing into the window’s glass,

Come, let’s have some coffee or if you like

There’s some good Spanish wine.

There’s a little left at the bottom of the jug,

I was saving it for you.

“Come my Sun. Come sooner”,

I repeat tiring the pencil.

Remember, the room was dark

Your were afraid, to be left alone.

Silence. Only two voices whispering…

I’ll roll a cigarette and it will

Smoke up and play with a sparkle,

Which reflects like a tear at night.

I won’t know what you eyes will than reflect.

Flute night

A girl has sung to me at night.

I listened quiet.

Is it you, my unmet, I would have to part with?

Not shamed by the temptation,

The eyes are lost in the dance.

Gestures are determined by pain,

Angel right by the head bolster,

In all the unspoken words

Love remains (love)

Flute sounded tenderer

Inviting to listen,

Oh, God, how did you hug it!

In another world

The souls

Were making love

And couldn’t get enough.

And here again

A touch of you hand

And corners of your lips.

Again the heart demanded outrage and recklessness.

We both remained silent because there was no way out

And because of that feeling,

Feeling…

A girl has sung to me at night,

I listened quiet…

Rome

It stroke me for the 18th time,

So what is the outcome?

Oh, like a pilgrim I would go

To Italy, Rome

Not to the Pope, not to Remus or Romulus,

Just to Rome.

What does a St. Pete’s woman need?

-A man, a child, a rhyme.

Oh, I would sit there on the ruins

And Gaius Caesar would come to my mind

Like a knife , one thought came all the way through me,

Simple words: “ All roads lead to Rome”, -

As I daydream on weekdays and weekends.

It stroke me for the 18th time,

So what does fall out of it?

All my youthful weaknesses

All my desires and fantasies…

Only the tender , untouched

“Italy. Rome. Vatican.”, remains.

Oh, I will go to all gods and muses…

Forgive my windiness,

It’s just a matter of time,

But if we were rewarded according to our faith,

I would walk there barefoot.

So, what if it isn’t an empire anymore

Rome is still Rome -

The only thing I have faith in,

Oh, Lord, what have I done!

Oh, Lord, what have you done?!

Cities and countries

He changes cities, he changes countries.

He means “Forever” when says: “Farewell!”

The woman in the hut once asked him to stay,

But since than so much water has flown away.

Here is a piece of land. Here is his shelter.

He once knew what was meant by the word “home”.

But today it has been four years

Since no one called him by his real name.

Longer than any feeling

Is the cold of a night in March.

He can’t recall all the times he’s been hurt.

He can’t count up all of his losses,

And he is still just so so young.

Once bright in his memory, but now – blurry,

There was the voice of his mother as she preached:

“Once leaving, don’t linger, don’t wait till

A hand will reach for the valerian drops, leave before.

Don’t try to get back by being bitter,

Don’t overuse your good manners in the wrong time

Leave without a word,

Without a look.

Don’t become a misfortune teller.

It will hurt a little and than it will heal.

Wherever you are, remember my word:

For everything there is an answer: “No”

Today is the fest of memory and soul

Few scones of bread and a jug of wine

And there’s a 100 liras still in the pocket,

Today it’s been 4 years since he is vagrant.

Faberge

This house has always been a mystery,

Counting losses can get pretty tiring.

You’ll forget me my unmeant to be,

If we won’t fall asleep head to head.

These odd numbers have always been magical,

I can trust my notes with everything,

A letter, my dear, won’t get in a way,

It’s unlikely though that we will grow old together.

From these windows a house of Faberge

Was so close as we sank in mirages,

How badly do I need to get back to Gertsen St.,

But I’d never afford the price of it.

Such an odd ornament within,

As I count from 7 to 17,

As I’m taking of, with all my insanity

To our past that has never passed.

And once again: on a sleepless endless night,

Do you know what will come into my mind?

You, my most cherished, sacred dream,

And a duet for voice and sorrow.

Older

You are going down to the ocean

To look in the eyes of indifferent women,

To interrupt the fun of playful waves

And to simply search for a star in the sky.

The eye is unable to recognize

An optical fault, so let the image,

The sadness of it, let it diminish

While you gather all your strength

In order to free the mind from these thoughts.

The wind from the west. Chilly. Cold.

Calmness has not substituted the hopelessness.

Horizon is one line indeed,

But the circle it cannot break.

Where harmless pigeons sang to me yesterday,

Frenzied seagulls are crying now,

And a whisper inside says: “Bear, bear with it...”,

Or I write on the sand: “St. Pete”.

I would live in the cell of a recluse

Who was left to the soil forever just yesterday,

In the place where only birds, only ravens

Miss the souls, who else?

I would look through the glass at the tall and slender

Trees and crosses, so that when I get back

In the midst of loud speeches, I would look away

From those, who infringe my solitude.

A lullaby

A crow is walking on an edge ,

Totally not afraid of falling.

Sleep, my darling, bayu-bayushki

Sleep, my sweetie… Fervently

Do I want now wings or feathers,

Anything, just – upward!

Heaven’s Bird, for a smelt (it’s a fish, right? That’s what I found in a dictionary)

Will you take us with you to the frond!?

Emptiness

Emptiness of a cigarette’s ring.

Caducity. Death. Collapse of the face.

Prophetic, sunken eyes.

Eternity, escaping the frames

Of time, going out off the circle.

Forever will the words justify each other.

Illusions

It’s appearance, it only appears.

A thread will not tie without a knot.

It drudges, it drawls and drawls

Like a fever, or like a misfortune.

It’s so memorable, it retains for a while.

Like a migraine, that conquers you all…

You look back, you look around,

You rouse, you shudder, begin a chase,

It turns out you’re standing barefooted.

Passers by are exchanging looks,

Strangers whisper:

- It’s not right, you know…

-To go against all rules and rhythms….

-How he dares to play such a prank!

And you stand there: “Let the whole world drat!”,

As the rooks became one with the wires…

Like any rope-walker

We follow a shaky path.

We walk, asking “Lord, - balance!”

As the fate follows with impudent eyes.

Dumbfounded, you stand on a cross road.

As the night is more freezing, the stars are brighter.

Certainly wanting enough time for everything,

But there is nowhere to hasten by now.

Everything has frozen for not a meek moment

And life is passing my and in vain.

To seek consolation in love, is that you?

In na?ve, childlike clumsy love!

I whispered on and on: “Come!

Come, nail a horseshoe on my door!”

I would not endure, would never live to

The memorable days from the years spent not with you.

Parting is not the end, not yet death,

But from the street I can smell the frankincense.

I can smell the memorial candle from the church,

Someone’s god is asking for a sacrifice,

But to you and me he gave on top

Few last days and that’s a lot.

Agape

1. Christianity. Love as revealed in Jesus, seen as spiritual and selfless

and a model for humanity.

2. Love that is spiritual, not sexual, in its nature.

3. Christianity. In the early Christian Church, the love feast accompanied

by Eucharistic celebration.

[Greek agap, love.]

I’ve had enough of agape

I’m tired, I just want to be with you.

I pester the pencil.

Nothing can consolidate

I want you.

Nothing is lighting me,

The tobacco got dampen.

I want to see you asap

Not hoping to see you, now the soul

Got sick, caught a cold.

Barely noticing the echo of the feast,

Like a memorial for our frail love,

Drinking all the guilt, singing all the songs

I just want you. I want to be with you.

I’m leaving you.

I’m leaving you. Now I’m leaving you.

I can’t care less what happens next.

I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you,

Throw out the pictures and burn down my place.

But this skies and this thunder storm,

No matter how well one can slander, chorus

There are still these same eyes,

Still this same love.

Tea. We just ran out of tea.

Half of the trouble is not trouble yet.

I’m leaving you. I’m saying “Farewell”

But maybe even that won’t last forever.

I’m leaving you , I’m saying “Bye”

Now to Krishna and pray to Buddha.

But don’t stress it , I know for sure,

It would lead to Armageddon.

Rock ’n Roll

I’m repeating this warn out melody,

I’m singing this well know melody,

I start the day from a blank sheet of paper,

Like our good friend once said “ Beauty will save the world”. - Dostoyevsky

In the concert hall one can hear : “Encore”,

The crowd is screaming, asking for an encore

Beloved A major begins to live.

It’s a new harmony of elder Terpsichores.

Alleluia to you new gods.

The crowd sing Alleluia to your new gods.

Alleluia to Krishna, Dalai Lama and Buddha.

I can sleep peacefully , I know the end of the world wont come.

My new friend is much older, he sniffs coke,

He reads in the daytime, at night takes analgin,

He’s crazy about “Alisa” , this rock band, but he plays hard core

But that’s not the point, now it’s all up to the beloved A major.

He always calls after midnight, but he is not the right one,

He says “I love you” , but he is not the right one.

Nevertheless, we meet up and walk to the train.

And we ride far away, but I don’t even look into his eyes.

And we walk from the train, tomorrow there’s a show,

We came here for someone’s solo show.

They’ve got all they need here: an orchestra and a dance hall.

But we are only here because it’s all Rock’n’Roll.

Everyone wants to go to the west, I need to go to the east,

So there there’s a child under my heart and a god in my heart,

A god, alone with no churches, crosses and names,

It might not come so soon but I’ll wait for the better times.

I’m repeating this warn out melody,

I’m singing this well know melody,

I start the day from a blank sheet of paper,

Like our good friend once said “Beauty will save the world”.

Pushkin

To get through to the ladies with anapest,

To notice the movements of eyes and hands,

To leave without a word just plainly

To take rejection for declaration of love. / To take a “No” for a “Yes”

To sit at night under the candle,

To strip the conglomeration of words,

In order to fall dead at the Black River – name of the place of Pushkins

duel

For Her, for Honor and for Love.

So that air will smell like gun powder and glory,

So that she won’t get up from her knees.

So that tender French Je t’aime

Will tremble over curly-haired head

So that friends will recall in whispers

How in 3 days all of Russia came,

And in a parish, humbly frozen

Natalie quietly cried.

On a long night, in a tiny church

Natalie retentively cried.

Beauty

“You know, darling”, I’d say, “you are pretty, you are beautiful today,

You are as astonishing as sign as a small miracle.

And I just realized that now,

After I’ve decided yesterday not to be with you.

Your arms hugged like angel would hug an infant,

Your kisses were not afraid nor of fever nor of lies.

Yes, I’ve failed and can’t get away from it,

But was it I who decided yesterday not to be with you.”

Ask a trifle from a Muse – just to come,

From a woman – just to love,

Only God you can ask for weakness,

There is strength in weakness.

“You know, darling, with you I see it so light and clear,

After all I got so used, I’d follow you anywhere.

What could I do with this poisonous passion!

Forgive, that I’ve decided yesterday not to be with you.

You’ll see, it will work out, just trust in me.

We will acquire children and quills like poets should.

You’ll see it’s in earnest; it’s for a good long while,

Forget what I’ve said yesterday.

Ask a trifle from a Muse – just to come,

From a woman – just to love,

Only God you can ask for weakness,

There is strength in weakness.

“You know, darling”, I’d say, “you are pretty, you are beautiful today…

One kitten

Yawning cavities of the soul

This fluffy snow has covered.

And through this floury powder

An eager and scary morning rushed in.

Where’s heaven for little kitties ? Where is it?

January. Everyone is asleep and I lean to the cold walls.

Why the silence torments today?

So dreadful… At least someone meow!

Where, where did you get lost?

Amused me and enough, come out!

Let’s play! Let’s go to the basement, it’s so dark there!

I’ll teach you to run up and down the stairs.

Please come! I’ll wash you up, I’ll lick you clean!

Something taps in my chest, someone restless is taping.

You’ll come and you can bite my tail or my paws

And you can sleep on my rug and you can scratch anywhere!..

Oh, I see, than brother you called it!

Once I’m offended you can meouw for an hour even

I’ll walk away and sit alone and show you my back,

So that you’ll now how to get a sister upset!

Where’s heaven for little kitties ? Where is it?

January. Everyone is asleep and I lean to the cold walls.

Come back, right away I’ll follow

Come back at once, after all there’s two of us…

Where’s heaven? Where’s paradise for little kittens , where is it?...









										Translations Love Already the third moon Has risen upon the sky, Someone is telling fortune, someone Is guessing if this time It’s love…. What do I need these days for? If not one drop of them is filled with your flavor? Why isn’t it you and I again Dancing to the blues of the rain And love... Why would I care for his lips, If I need to unite with yours? Emptiness, numb and speechless, Spreads out her paws Through life…. Whole life… All our minutes have died out, The door echoed after my slam, And like a beast who cannot be tamed I keep on pacing and circling around Through life… whole life Come just for a little bit, And stay just for a night. It’s overwhelming. I’m defeated By the beating inside Love… Don’t be afraid to be a stranger to all, All this is shame – in vain. Stay with me, stay for long, Forgive and love the pain. Forgive… Already the seventh moon Has risen upon the sky, Someone is telling fortune, someone Is guessing if this time It’s love Through life Forgive If it’s love Henry VIII Henry the Eighth on his throne, With a stone in a crown and a stone In the heart. And all of his wives, All six and none he loves. Let them say he is a merciless tyrant Who won’t pity no servant, no wife, But his fingers are softer and kinder When a head goes under a knife. And you! Just give him a boy , a son! Blood from blood and flesh from flesh, A kind that brings joy and pleasure, Just passion, joy and pleasure… As for me – I don’t need no one As for me – not a thing I need. The pen is chasing the end of the line And the song turned out well, indeed. Keys I am leaving you, I am slamming the door, This is the end , believe me, this is the end. I’ve left , I’ve slammed the door and I’ve lost my keys. The stars are looking down With an indifferent look, the skies Are mocking because now Anyone can be with you, but I. Let your path be a bright one, Not an easy, but bright, though, Your grieve, trust me, is turning to ashes Which will dissolve way before they touch your soil. The stars are looking down With an indifferent look, the skies Are mocking because now Anyone can be with you, but I. I am leaving you…. 100 The last hundred of hours is reaching its end. It appears I’m beginning to value consistence. Pride and ego are out of style in a minute when When we are squeezing the space in our palms. Our parting in its impatience has no time to loose And all the quiet words promise – we will not meet. I see it so clearly – the triumph of victory and grieve, You will walk by and I will not notice. Let you not hear me, not greet me with a smile, To be heard is a privilege give to one in a thousand , Long time ago our paths have crossed once and The memory of it is enough for a while. The union of love and freedom is absurd enough, Any logic, no doubt, will crush all the ties, I valued faithfulness, I didn’t realize That tenderness in its grandeur rises above. And if you’re weeping, not anger, not pain, your tears Break like crystals when they reach the soil same as here, And if you look up, you’ll see the skies, same as here, And nothing exists. Only this moment lives. Grandfather For years went by, Words and faces are getting vague Life is like to a path of a target in the shooting range: We are all barely hanging on. The twenty first. Night. Monday. I’m counting the shadows now, I’m listening in to every sound, So that I’ll hear when light and weightless Your soul is coming up the staircase. The twenty first. Night. Monday. You’re up on the cloud, I’m at my place. You are laughing and I grieve And I picture than: what if You would live, still live? The twenty first. Night. Monday. Come, join me for a cup of tea, It hasn’t changed much in our world – Everyone is rushing. It’s rainy. I still miss you And can’t get used to the sound of those words : The twenty first. Night. Monday…. Picnic Every word has its turn Even the insensible “Forgive” I keep on repeating it so I won’t be torn When it’s my time to leave. If our road will split in two Alas, the chances are : it would. By – without touching a hand Or turning head. Damn! I haven’t seen you in ages. Damn! I won’t see you in ages, hence I tell myself to be courageous After all it does make sense: All the pretexts and justifications, Weighty occasions, reason’s file, Incompatibility, separation… The list is endless, can’t hold back a smile… I can’t get accustomed nevertheless, Your every gesture sinks deep in my heart, Maybe it’s just that the change of place Or attachments, they come hard. Damn! I haven’t seen you in ages. Damn! I won’t see you in ages, hence I tell myself: “Be courageous, Parting is not yet death”… Streetcar Riding in the streetcar at night With your cheek pressing into the window’s glass, Come, let’s have some coffee or if you like There’s some good Spanish wine. There’s a little left at the bottom of the jug, I was saving it for you. “Come my Sun. Come sooner”, I repeat tiring the pencil. Remember, the room was dark Your were afraid, to be left alone. Silence. Only two voices whispering… I’ll roll a cigarette and it will Smoke up and play with a sparkle, Which reflects like a tear at night. I won’t know what you eyes will than reflect. Flute night A girl has sung to me at night. I listened quiet. Is it you, my unmet, I would have to part with? Not shamed by the temptation, The eyes are lost in the dance. Gestures are determined by pain, Angel right by the head bolster, In all the unspoken words Love remains (love) Flute sounded tenderer Inviting to listen, Oh, God, how did you hug it! In another world The souls Were making love And couldn’t get enough. And here again A touch of you hand And corners of your lips. Again the heart demanded outrage and recklessness. We both remained silent because there was no way out And because of that feeling, Feeling… A girl has sung to me at night, I listened quiet… Rome It stroke me for the 18th time, So what is the outcome? Oh, like a pilgrim I would go To Italy, Rome Not to the Pope, not to Remus or Romulus, Just to Rome. What does a St. Pete’s woman need? -A man, a child, a rhyme. Oh, I would sit there on the ruins And Gaius Caesar would come to my mind Like a knife , one thought came all the way through me, Simple words: “ All roads lead to Rome”, - As I daydream on weekdays and weekends. It stroke me for the 18th time, So what does fall out of it? All my youthful weaknesses All my desires and fantasies… Only the tender , untouched “Italy. Rome. Vatican.”, remains. Oh, I will go to all gods and muses… Forgive my windiness, It’s just a matter of time, But if we were rewarded according to our faith, I would walk there barefoot. So, what if it isn’t an empire anymore Rome is still Rome - The only thing I have faith in, Oh, Lord, what have I done! Oh, Lord, what have you done?! Cities and countries He changes cities, he changes countries. He means “Forever” when says: “Farewell!” The woman in the hut once asked him to stay, But since than so much water has flown away. Here is a piece of land. Here is his shelter. He once knew what was meant by the word “home”. But today it has been four years Since no one called him by his real name. Longer than any feeling Is the cold of a night in March. He can’t recall all the times he’s been hurt. He can’t count up all of his losses, And he is still just so so young. Once bright in his memory, but now – blurry, There was the voice of his mother as she preached: “Once leaving, don’t linger, don’t wait till A hand will reach for the valerian drops, leave before. Don’t try to get back by being bitter, Don’t overuse your good manners in the wrong time Leave without a word, Without a look. Don’t become a misfortune teller. It will hurt a little and than it will heal. Wherever you are, remember my word: For everything there is an answer: “No” Today is the fest of memory and soul Few scones of bread and a jug of wine And there’s a 100 liras still in the pocket, Today it’s been 4 years since he is vagrant. Faberge This house has always been a mystery, Counting losses can get pretty tiring. You’ll forget me my unmeant to be, If we won’t fall asleep head to head. These odd numbers have always been magical, I can trust my notes with everything, A letter, my dear, won’t get in a way, It’s unlikely though that we will grow old together. From these windows a house of Faberge Was so close as we sank in mirages, How badly do I need to get back to Gertsen St., But I’d never afford the price of it. Such an odd ornament within, As I count from 7 to 17, As I’m taking of, with all my insanity To our past that has never passed. And once again: on a sleepless endless night, Do you know what will come into my mind? You, my most cherished, sacred dream, And a duet for voice and sorrow. Older You are going down to the ocean To look in the eyes of indifferent women, To interrupt the fun of playful waves And to simply search for a star in the sky. The eye is unable to recognize An optical fault, so let the image, The sadness of it, let it diminish While you gather all your strength In order to free the mind from these thoughts. The wind from the west. Chilly. Cold. Calmness has not substituted the hopelessness. Horizon is one line indeed, But the circle it cannot break. Where harmless pigeons sang to me yesterday, Frenzied seagulls are crying now, And a whisper inside says: “Bear, bear with it...”, Or I write on the sand: “St. Pete”. I would live in the cell of a recluse Who was left to the soil forever just yesterday, In the place where only birds, only ravens Miss the souls, who else? I would look through the glass at the tall and slender Trees and crosses, so that when I get back In the midst of loud speeches, I would look away From those, who infringe my solitude. A lullaby A crow is walking on an edge , Totally not afraid of falling. Sleep, my darling, bayu-bayushki Sleep, my sweetie… Fervently Do I want now wings or feathers, Anything, just – upward! Heaven’s Bird, for a smelt (it’s a fish, right? That’s what I found in a dictionary) Will you take us with you to the frond!? Emptiness Emptiness of a cigarette’s ring. Caducity. Death. Collapse of the face. Prophetic, sunken eyes. Eternity, escaping the frames Of time, going out off the circle. Forever will the words justify each other. Illusions It’s appearance, it only appears. A thread will not tie without a knot. It drudges, it drawls and drawls Like a fever, or like a misfortune. It’s so memorable, it retains for a while. Like a migraine, that conquers you all… You look back, you look around, You rouse, you shudder, begin a chase, It turns out you’re standing barefooted. Passers by are exchanging looks, Strangers whisper: - It’s not right, you know… -To go against all rules and rhythms…. -How he dares to play such a prank! And you stand there: “Let the whole world drat!”, As the rooks became one with the wires… Like any rope-walker We follow a shaky path. We walk, asking “Lord, - balance!” As the fate follows with impudent eyes. Dumbfounded, you stand on a cross road. As the night is more freezing, the stars are brighter. Certainly wanting enough time for everything, But there is nowhere to hasten by now. Everything has frozen for not a meek moment And life is passing my and in vain. To seek consolation in love, is that you? In na?ve, childlike clumsy love! I whispered on and on: “Come! Come, nail a horseshoe on my door!” I would not endure, would never live to The memorable days from the years spent not with you. Parting is not the end, not yet death, But from the street I can smell the frankincense. I can smell the memorial candle from the church, Someone’s god is asking for a sacrifice, But to you and me he gave on top Few last days and that’s a lot. Agape 1. Christianity. Love as revealed in Jesus, seen as spiritual and selfless and a model for humanity. 2. Love that is spiritual, not sexual, in its nature. 3. Christianity. In the early Christian Church, the love feast accompanied by Eucharistic celebration. [Greek agap, love.] I’ve had enough of agape I’m tired, I just want to be with you. I pester the pencil. Nothing can consolidate I want you. Nothing is lighting me, The tobacco got dampen. I want to see you asap Not hoping to see you, now the soul Got sick, caught a cold. Barely noticing the echo of the feast, Like a memorial for our frail love, Drinking all the guilt, singing all the songs I just want you. I want to be with you. I’m leaving you. I’m leaving you. Now I’m leaving you. I can’t care less what happens next. I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you, Throw out the pictures and burn down my place. But this skies and this thunder storm, No matter how well one can slander, chorus There are still these same eyes, Still this same love. Tea. We just ran out of tea. Half of the trouble is not trouble yet. I’m leaving you. I’m saying “Farewell” But maybe even that won’t last forever. I’m leaving you , I’m saying “Bye” Now to Krishna and pray to Buddha. But don’t stress it , I know for sure, It would lead to Armageddon. Rock ’n Roll I’m repeating this warn out melody, I’m singing this well know melody, I start the day from a blank sheet of paper, Like our good friend once said “ Beauty will save the world”. - Dostoyevsky In the concert hall one can hear : “Encore”, The crowd is screaming, asking for an encore Beloved A major begins to live. It’s a new harmony of elder Terpsichores. Alleluia to you new gods. The crowd sing Alleluia to your new gods. Alleluia to Krishna, Dalai Lama and Buddha. I can sleep peacefully , I know the end of the world wont come. My new friend is much older, he sniffs coke, He reads in the daytime, at night takes analgin, He’s crazy about “Alisa” , this rock band, but he plays hard core But that’s not the point, now it’s all up to the beloved A major. He always calls after midnight, but he is not the right one, He says “I love you” , but he is not the right one. Nevertheless, we meet up and walk to the train. And we ride far away, but I don’t even look into his eyes. And we walk from the train, tomorrow there’s a show, We came here for someone’s solo show. They’ve got all they need here: an orchestra and a dance hall. But we are only here because it’s all Rock’n’Roll. Everyone wants to go to the west, I need to go to the east, So there there’s a child under my heart and a god in my heart, A god, alone with no churches, crosses and names, It might not come so soon but I’ll wait for the better times. I’m repeating this warn out melody, I’m singing this well know melody, I start the day from a blank sheet of paper, Like our good friend once said “Beauty will save the world”. Pushkin To get through to the ladies with anapest, To notice the movements of eyes and hands, To leave without a word just plainly To take rejection for declaration of love. / To take a “No” for a “Yes” To sit at night under the candle, To strip the conglomeration of words, In order to fall dead at the Black River – name of the place of Pushkins duel For Her, for Honor and for Love. So that air will smell like gun powder and glory, So that she won’t get up from her knees. So that tender French Je t’aime Will tremble over curly-haired head So that friends will recall in whispers How in 3 days all of Russia came, And in a parish, humbly frozen Natalie quietly cried. On a long night, in a tiny church Natalie retentively cried. Beauty “You know, darling”, I’d say, “you are pretty, you are beautiful today, You are as astonishing as sign as a small miracle. And I just realized that now, After I’ve decided yesterday not to be with you. Your arms hugged like angel would hug an infant, Your kisses were not afraid nor of fever nor of lies. Yes, I’ve failed and can’t get away from it, But was it I who decided yesterday not to be with you.” Ask a trifle from a Muse – just to come, From a woman – just to love, Only God you can ask for weakness, There is strength in weakness. “You know, darling, with you I see it so light and clear, After all I got so used, I’d follow you anywhere. What could I do with this poisonous passion! Forgive, that I’ve decided yesterday not to be with you. You’ll see, it will work out, just trust in me. We will acquire children and quills like poets should. You’ll see it’s in earnest; it’s for a good long while, Forget what I’ve said yesterday. Ask a trifle from a Muse – just to come, From a woman – just to love, Only God you can ask for weakness, There is strength in weakness. “You know, darling”, I’d say, “you are pretty, you are beautiful today… One kitten Yawning cavities of the soul This fluffy snow has covered. And through this floury powder An eager and scary morning rushed in. Where’s heaven for little kitties ? Where is it? January. Everyone is asleep and I lean to the cold walls. Why the silence torments today? So dreadful… At least someone meow! Where, where did you get lost? Amused me and enough, come out! Let’s play! Let’s go to the basement, it’s so dark there! I’ll teach you to run up and down the stairs. Please come! I’ll wash you up, I’ll lick you clean! Something taps in my chest, someone restless is taping. You’ll come and you can bite my tail or my paws And you can sleep on my rug and you can scratch anywhere!.. Oh, I see, than brother you called it! Once I’m offended you can meouw for an hour even I’ll walk away and sit alone and show you my back, So that you’ll now how to get a sister upset! Where’s heaven for little kitties ? Where is it? January. Everyone is asleep and I lean to the cold walls. Come back, right away I’ll follow Come back at once, after all there’s two of us… Where’s heaven? Where’s paradise for little kittens , where is it?...