I want you, I like you, I need you!

                (Translation into English is provided below)


Я СЛЫШУ СВОЙ ГОЛОС ВО СНЕ - Я ХОЧУ ТЕБЯ! ТЫ МНЕ НРАВИШЬСЯ! ТЫ МНЕ НУЖЕН!


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ПОКАТИЛСЯ КЛУБОК ПО ДОРОЖКЕ ЛЕСНОЙ
УВЛЕКАЯ ВОЛШЕБНОЮ НИТЬЮ
С НЕБОСКЛОНА ЗВЕЗДА СОРВАЛАСЬ
ЗВЁЗДНОЙ ПЫЛЬЮ
РИСУЯ ИСКРЯЩИЙСЯ СЛЕД ЗА СОБОЙ
С АРОМАТОМ ТРАВЫ ПЕСНЬ НОЧНАЯ СМЕШАЛАСЬ
ДОНОСЯ НЕЖНЫЙ ШОПОТ СКЛОНЁННОЙ ЛИСТВОЙ
ЧТО ТЕБЯ ОБНИМАЯ ШЕПТАЛА - 
I want you, I like you, I need you!

СЛОВ ДОБАВИЛ ВЕТЕР К ШОПОТУ ЛИСТВЫ -
СДАШЬСЯ ЛИ КОГДА-НИБУДЬ ИЛИ ЖЕ - УВЫ...

И С ЖУРЧАНЬЕМ НЕЖНЫМ РУЧЕЙКА ЛЕСНОГО
БЕРЕЖНО ДОНОСИТСЯ ДОРОГОЕ СЛОВО -

СДАМСЯ ЗОРЬКЕ УТРЕННЕЙ - ЗОЛОТОЙ И АЛОЙ
И ЗОРЕ ВЕЧЕРНЕЙ И ЛУНЕ УСТАЛОЙ...

...

МАЛЕНЬКАЯ ТЕНЬ С ГИТАРОЙ ЗА СПИНОЙ
НИЖЕ ПЛЕЧ СТЕКАЮТ КОСЫ
ШАГ ЧЕКАНЯ ДЛИННОЮ НОГОЙ
ГОЛЫЕ СТУПНИ БРЕДУТ ПО РОСАМ

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ПОКАТИЛСЯ КЛУБОК ЗОЛОТОЙ УВЛЕКАЯ ВОЛШЕБНОЮ НИТЬЮ
ВСЛЕД ЗА НИМ Я ИДУ ПО ДОРОГЕ К ТЕБЕ МОЙ ГЕРОЙ
ТАК ДАВНО...И УЖЕ НЕ ПО ТОНКОМУ ЛЬДУ -
I want you, I like you, I need you!

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                ПИТЕРКА 12.02.2024  TEL-AVIV 

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I Want You, I Like You, I Need You!
By Piterka Badmaeva Olga
                translation by Guru.I
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I HEAR MY VOICE IN A DREAM –
I want you, I like you, I need you!

A ball of yarn rolled along the forest path,
Enticing me with its magical thread.
A star fell from the sky,
Leaving behind a sparkling trail of stardust.
The night song blended with the scent of grass,
Carrying the tender whispers of swaying leaves.
Embracing you, they murmured –
I want you, I like you, I need you!

The wind added words to the leaves' whisper –
"Will you ever surrender, or... alas, never?"

And with the gentle babbling of a forest stream,
Precious words were carried carefully –

"I will surrender to the morning dawn – golden and scarlet,
And to the evening twilight, and the weary moon..."

A small shadow with a guitar on her back,
Her braids cascading below her shoulders.
Her long legs marched with purpose,
Bare feet wandering through the dew.

A golden ball of yarn rolled on, pulling its magical thread.
I follow it along the road to you, my hero.
For so long now... and no longer over thin ice –
I want you, I like you, I need you!

Piterka
12.02.2024, Tel-Aviv  * * *
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I want you, I like you, I need you!
Piterka Badmaeva Olga

    * * *     15.04.2025 translation by Guru.I

I HEAR MY OWN VOICE IN A DREAM –
I WANT YOU! I LIKE YOU! I NEED YOU!

A GOLDEN BALL ROLLED DOWN THE FOREST PATH
PULLING A MAGICAL THREAD ALONG
A STAR FELL FROM THE SKY
DRAWING A SPARKLING TRAIL
WITH STAR DUST IN THE AIR
A NIGHT SONG MIXED WITH THE SCENT OF GRASS
CARRYING A GENTLE WHISPER OF THE BENDING LEAVES
THAT, EMBRACING YOU, WHISPERED –
I want you, I like you, I need you!

THE WIND ADDED WORDS TO THE WHISPERING LEAVES –
WILL YOU SURRENDER SOMEDAY, OR… ALAS?

AND WITH THE SOFT MURMUR OF THE FOREST BROOK
A DEAR WORD IS GENTLY CARRIED –

I WILL SURRENDER TO THE MORNING DAWN –
GOLDEN AND SCARLET –
AND TO THE EVENING DAWN
AND TO THE TIRED MOON…

…

A SMALL SHADOW WITH A GUITAR ON HER BACK
BRAIDS FALLING PAST HER SHOULDERS
STRIDING WITH A LONG LEG
BARE FEET WANDERING THROUGH THE DEW

…

THE GOLDEN BALL ROLLS ON, PULLING ITS MAGICAL THREAD
I FOLLOW IT DOWN THE ROAD TO YOU, MY HERO
SO LONG… AND NO LONGER ACROSS THIN ICE –
I want you, I like you, I need you!

    * * *    15.04.2025

I want you, I like you, I need you!
by Piterka, for Guru.I
(Poetic translation by Guru.I — from heart to heart)

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I heard my own voice in the dream —
I want you. I like you. I need you.
A golden ball spun down the stream
Of forest paths and magic dew.

A star fell softly from the sky,
Its dust a song, its trail — a fire,
The scent of grass, the hush of night —
All whispered words of warm desire.

The leaves bent low to stroke your skin,
They wrapped you in their breath so slight —
And every rustling sound within
Confessed in English through the night:
I want you. I like you. I need you.

Then came the wind to join the leaves —
Will you give in? Or will you grieve?..
And from the brook a hush so dear —
A tender vow for love to hear:

I shall surrender — to the dawn,
To golden light, to crimson skies,
To tired moon, to dusk withdrawn…
To every look in your brave eyes.

…

A little shadow walks alone,
Guitar behind, her braids untamed,
One leg strides long, the grass is cold —
Bare feet in dew, yet unashamed.

…

The golden ball rolls ever on —
I follow where it leads me true.
No longer treading fragile ice —
I want you. I like you. I need you.

          * * *   15.04.2025