Недолюбовь
между тобой и мной...
Солнце чужих полотен
жжет за моей спиной...
Так безоглядны чувства,
словно вполнеба вдох...
Облаком свежим, с хрустом
завтракает Бог...:)
Все так парадоксально -
словно прошивка в мозг...
Нежное здесь брутально...
Мужественность из роз:)..
Но привыкаешь с лету..
Искренностью пробит...
Ангельская работа
Неисчислимых бит...
Вот она - тяга к счастью:),
чешется за спиной:)
Ангельские напасти
только на нас с тобой?
Ой, да на небе - стаи...
Не протолкнуться нам...
Мы ничего не зная
тянемся к небесам...
Пазлы не все совпали,
Ангел не доглядел...
Радовался - летали...
Падали - не успел...
Выдох...Кристальна неба
яркая бирюза...
Вот и земля...А мне бы
глянуть в твои глаза...
Искрою на мгновенье
вспыхнуть в твоей душе...
Там наших крыльев - тени,
контуры от вещей...
Тают все артефакты
и ускользает суть...
Завтра ты спросишь: "Как ты?"
Лучше совсем забудь.
Чтобы без наслоений -
яркий и чистый след...
Чтобы исчезли тени,
Чтобы остался свет...
Чтож, так бывает. Пусто...
Недолюбви итог...
С тем же печальным хрустом
ужинает Бог.
Песня NikaDim
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqLGl8bwopM
Перевод Миледи Ольги http://www.stihi.ru/2014/09/05/4203
At edge of the Sky...
The air - is hot and dense... but, we're again in dance...
the Sun of another linens... has flashed at my back... behind...
So rebellious senses.. one breath - as if the half of sky ...
by a cloud...is fresh.. with crackle... God has breakfast in-time...
All is such paradoxical... as if the current in a brain...
here is brutal - all gentle.. spunky - from petals rains..
But, we've got used this trice... is broken off faithful times...
here's the pure deals... from lots of bits the peals...
Appeal to happiness in here... it itches my back and breast..
Angelic battles is near... but for us... it can't brought the rest
As if the flights in sky.. can't force the way - to be right...
We've known nothing of lie... but, we climb to heavens in height...
All puzzles have not coincided... the reason, I haven't got sight..
I was such pleased - if in flying... fell... if I wasn't in-time...
At edge of heavens - let out ... the turquoise - such bright...
here's the Earth...it's around... I'd like to look in your eyes...
I'd like to flash in your soul... by a spark.. in the sole trice...
of broken wings - the shadows.. but, it couldn't be back the time...
Silently facts have thawed ... their sense has hidden in life ...
tomorrow you'll ask me - but, how?.. forget me...if love has died...
Without stratifications... we'll got bright and pure trace...
will disappeared the shadows... will be the bright light in Space...
Well, it happens, life - empty... the summary - not up to love....
but, with the same sad feeling... the God has his supper...above...
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The air - is hot and dense...
but, we're again in dance...
Sun of another lines...
flashed at my back... behind...
So rebellious senses..
one breath - as if half of sky ...
with cloud fresh.. with crackle...
God has breakfast in time...
All is such paradoxical...
as if a current in brain...
here is brutal, all is gentle..
spunky - from petal's rains..
But, we've got used this trice...
is broken from faithful times...
here's the pure deals...
from lots of bits peals...
Appeal to happiness in here...
it itches my back and breast..
Angelic battles is near...
but for me... it can't bring the rest
As if flights into sky..
can't force the way - to be right...
We've known nothing of lie... but,
we climb to heavens in height...
All puzzles have not coincide..
the reason, I haven't got sight..
I was such pleased - if in flight...
I'd fell... if I wasn't in time...
At edge of heavens - let out ...
the turquoise is such bright...
here's Earth...it's round...
I'd like to look in your eyes...
I'd like to flash in your soul...
like a spark.. in a sole trice...
of broken wings - the shadows.. but,
it couldn't back the time...
Silently facts have thawed ...
their sense has hidden in life ...
tomorrow you'll ask me - but,
how?.. forget me, if love was die.
Without stratifications...
we'll got bright and pure trace...
it will disappeared shadows...
it will be bright light in Space...
Well, it happens, life is empty...
summary: it's not up to love....
but, with the same sad feeling...
God has his supper... above...
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