http://www.stihi.ru/2012/05/28/5869
Olen
В моей душе - дождь...
так бывает, когда никого не ждешь
и в потоках воды срастаешься с небом...
Мне бы
вместить всю его печаль,
высоту, в которой затерялся Грааль,
но иногда
вода
несет и его благо...
In my heart is the rain ...
it happens when you're not waiting for someone
and in the flow of water you merge with the sky ...
I'd
accommodate all its sadness,
height, in which was lost Grail
but sometimes
water
can bear and it bargain...
Магом
можно не быть,
чтобы чувствовать это,
достаточно лишь поэтом,
чтобы вместе с водою слова
несли свет,
чтобы едва-едва
угадывался светящийся силуэт,
того, что за...
By the magician
you can not be
to feel it,
to be just by Poet,
that together with the water of Word,
to carry the light,
and so slightly
I guessed the glowing silhouette,
that is behind ...
Гроза...
бушует в моей душе,
смысл вещей,
обнажая до самого донца...
Дождь...
Кажется, что никого не ждешь...
Но, вот оно, солнце...
Thunderstorm ...
raging in my soul,
the essence of things,
exposing up to bottom ...
Rain ...
It seems that no one is waiting ...
but here it is, the Sun ...
***
In my soul is Rain...
In my soul is Rain...
it happens when you're not waiting for someone
and in the flow of water you merge with the sky...
I'd
accommodate all its sadness,
height, in which was lost Grail
but sometimes
water
can bear and it bargain...
By the magician
you can not be
to feel it -
to be just by Poet,
that together with the water of Word
to carry the light,
and so slightly
I guessed the glowing silhouette,
that is behind...
Thunderstorm...
raging in my soul,
the essence of things,
exposing up to bottom...
The Rain...
It seems that no one is waiting...
but here it is, the Sun...
спасибо за фото на заставке
Beautiful Night in Rome
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