Серебристыми травами врасту в дождь...
Like silvery grasss I'll grow in Rain...
http://www.stihi.ru/2012/03/11/11644
Olen
Серебристыми травами врасту в дождь...стану им...
дыммм....-
кой в его венах,
радужной пеной...
Like silvery grasss I'll grow in Rain.. I'll be like it...
by subtle veil...
by thrill in veins,
by rainbow of foam...
Живой, мерцающей,
тающей,
(словно мои слова,
едва-едва
касающейся дремлющего мира)
Эзовинтаж проявленного мной эфира,
скользящего лишь по границам аур, поскольку изначально они неприкосновенны
и благословенны.
Alive, flickering,
thawing,
( As if my words,
hardly - hardly
in touchings to the slumbering world)
Ezo-vintage of the ether, shown by me,
sliding only on borders of aura, as is primary they're inviolable
and were blessed by God.
Заманчиво чувствовать мир, наблюдая из любой точки любую его параллель,
купель - в любой полынье,
глубину - в тишине,
счастье - в твоей улыбке...
It's tempting to feel the world, observing from any point - any its parallels,
bath - in any ice-hole,
depth - in a silence,
happiness - in your smile...
Зыбко
дрожит туман...
Опыт, а не обман.
Прикосновение...Нет, объятия этой ночи, словно вино...
Это наследственно.
Unsteady
shivers the fog...
Experience, instead of deceit.
Touchings... no, it's embrace of this night, as if sweet wine...
It's in generation.
- Бабушка, я серебристыми травами вросла в дождь...
- Ну что ж.
- Granny, like silvery grasss I grow in Rain...
- I'm glad of that.
Спасибо большое за заставку - thanks alot to - Igor Axenov !!!
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Like silvery grasss I'll grow in Rain...
Olen
Like silvery grasss I'll grow in Rain.. I'll be like it...
by subtle veil....-
by thrill in veins,
by rainbow of foam...
Alive, flickering,
thawing,
( As if my words,
hardly - hardly
in touchings to the slumbering world)
Ezo-vintage of the ether, shown by me,
sliding only on borders of aura, as is primary they're inviolable
and were blessed by God.
It's tempting to feel the world, observing from any point - any its parallels,
bath - in any ice-hole,
depth - in a silence,
happiness - in your smile...
Unsteady
shivers the fog...
Experience, instead of deceit.
Touchings... no, it's embrace of this night, as if sweet wine...
It's in generation.
- Granny, like silvery grasss I grow in Rain...
-I'm glad of that.