1.
When in the leaves so moist and red
A cluster of a mountain ash does redden, -
When butcher the last nail does hammer
Into my palm with his slim hand, -
When above lead ripples of rivers
In damp and grey height before eyes
Of a stringent native land I swing there
On cross without doubts either, -
Then - spaciously and so far
I look through the pre-death blood tear,
And I see: on the river wide
On boat Christ is sailing to me.
In his eyes - I see the same hopes,
And just the same are
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the rubbish clothes.
And from it pitily is seen
His palm, with nail pierced.
Oh Christ! The native land
Is full of sorrow! I grew faint. And will your boat to the end
Moor to my crucified stand?
2. And hard wind already has broken
The willows naked, without a leaf,
The old age laid on the road
As dust on the cheeks, the orbits
Of eyes flashed impossible...
And pleasure, and glory -
All are in the light
So bottomless, distant.
The grass, crumpled over,
Is sad, and afar
Людмила 31 24.05.2011 10:35 • Заявить о нарушении
And from it pitily is seen
His palm, with nail pierced.
Oh Christ! The native land
Is full of sorrow! I grew faint. And will your boat to the end
Moor to my crucified stand?
2. And hard wind already has broken
The willows naked, without a leaf,
The old age laid on the road
As dust on the cheeks, the orbits
Of eyes flashed impossible...
And pleasure, and glory -
All are in the light
So bottomless, distant.
The grass, crumpled over,
Is sad, and afar
Людмила 31 24.05.2011 10:35 • Заявить о нарушении
The leaves are in th' naked wood twisting...
And it is a dream, dream tonight:
The common sun's shining!
I grow more and more pitiful...
Oh, a foolish heart!
A smiling boy,
When will you stop beating?
Людмила 31 24.05.2011 10:55 Заявить о нарушении
And it is a dream, dream tonight:
The common sun's shining!
I grow more and more pitiful...
Oh, a foolish heart!
A smiling boy,
When will you stop beating?
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3.
Under this wind your cold shoulders
I'd like embracing with pleasure:
You think that to be a soft caress,
I know that being delight!
Людмила 31 24.05.2011 11:08 Заявить о нарушении
Under this wind your cold shoulders
I'd like embracing with pleasure:
You think that to be a soft caress,
I know that being delight!
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3. Under this wind I like embracing
Your cold shoulders with pleasure:
You think that to be a soft caress,
I see it as a rebellion leisure!
And your eyes are warm, as the candles
Which're burning in night, I'm greedy
To listen to your horror tale,
And star ... is silently breathing.
Oh, this evening's lit so brightly,
And you will be beautiful also,
And being subjected to pararadise,
You will be a light star for me so!
And we rush to autumn field's spaces,
And listen to trumpets afar,
Людмила 31 30.05.2011 15:25 Заявить о нарушении
Your cold shoulders with pleasure:
You think that to be a soft caress,
I see it as a rebellion leisure!
And your eyes are warm, as the candles
Which're burning in night, I'm greedy
To listen to your horror tale,
And star ... is silently breathing.
Oh, this evening's lit so brightly,
And you will be beautiful also,
And being subjected to pararadise,
You will be a light star for me so!
And we rush to autumn field's spaces,
And listen to trumpets afar,
Людмила 31 30.05.2011 15:25 Заявить о нарушении
And measure the night roads empty,
And cold heaven's heights in the night.
The hours of glory had passed by -
My lips became drunken by kiss
Of your cold lips in a trouble,
Which's caused of pre-death only fear.
Людмила 31 30.05.2011 15:34 Заявить о нарушении
And cold heaven's heights in the night.
The hours of glory had passed by -
My lips became drunken by kiss
Of your cold lips in a trouble,
Which's caused of pre-death only fear.
Людмила 31 30.05.2011 15:34 Заявить о нарушении