Land of love

"Я, словно бабочка к огню,
Стремилась так неодолимо
В любовь - волшебную страну,
Где назовут меня любимой,
Где бесподобен день любой,
Где не страшилась я б ненастья.
Волшебная страна - любовь,
И только в ней бывает счастье."
(c) Эльдар Рязанов.



Land of LOVE


Pretty butterfly fluttering its little wings
Rushes wholly towards the candle flame.
Just like the butterfly, no matter what it brings
I invincibly aspired to the Land of Fairy Tale.

To LOVE, to where I could be called Beloved,
Where Bliss - a hostess, with no space for tortures,
Days indescribable, brought on the wings of Dove
To LOVE – my Fairy Lovely Land of Fortune...

But time goes on, here comes the challenge,
You’re telling lies no batting an eyelid,
Or, else, you aren’t there. Or, you can allege
That LOVE is Fake, I’ve learned, it’s also gelid...

I understood that LOVE’s a Land
Where every dweller is Pretender
Am I naive? Am I in troubles set?
Is LOVE - a Land of Liars? Not of Tender?

Why am I crying now in front of you?
Why do I smile so stupidly off the point?
LOVE’s a Land of Treason, what could we do? –
Were every person is Betrayer, not a Saint...

But, can you see? – trees come in bloom again!
In spite of all afflictions and misfortunes,
To Splendid Sun for Life raise ev’ry little grain,
LOVE is the only Land of Beauty and of Fortune!


September 7th, 2004
Tashkent