Dreams...
Vladimir Gerun
When I look at change of day and night
Also the moon ascends here because of houses,
And days become again shorter,
Flight of time to stop hardly
And here the head again grows grey.
Only hardly to sigh
And spirit to translate,
To become a bird, - hardly
Freedom to find.
It is a pity to me of melancholy of the lived those nights
On depth of candles those thousand
And a smell of sweat and knees a shiver
And in blood work and my love.
I in mine decayed
Those long twenty years,
And coal was
To me the house since these years.
I cut it in hot depth,
Waited favourite for me alone,
I of a meeting waited also for caress and passions
Also I have been rewarded by a meeting with it.
It is not necessary them to us in a cult so to erect,
Then we will not long absolutely.
When will leave or the destiny will throw us
And a happiness ray, having presented hardly.
Will take away sense and secret of life
And every day I learn hardly
Also was black both day and a firmament,
The downpour from heavenly waters has spread.
Both a thunder and a lightning to me a steel in a life with it,
All is closer also than all relatives,
But I will not get used to whims of these days
And to heart is more sweet also all more lovely -
Villages sew a heavenly spot,
But as Вишур счас from me it is far,
And the childhood where, whether has ended you?
And where my and mum's dreams?
Both beauty and woods and fields
And stars and the sky, a wind, - a nightingale –
What song and paradise flowers!
You will see all and you will grow fond!