For the young is a
game,метанье,
For medium-life,
dream,suffering,
For old-only
reminiscence,
That is the essence of
cosmic love...
Artist boldly draw,
The picture of the
Muse unearthly,
The poet to write a
verse for mom
And tell her«I'm
sorry...»
Love sometimes
burns,emotional our
hearts,
Praise to all women of
the planet,
Wish you
love,happiness and
warmth...
Father only shrug his
hand to his son,
The account of it all will
pass,
The company where he
worked,
He is proud to give...
All the people in this
world of light,
To help the sick and
the poor,
All the children of the
money transferred,
In the wonderful
children's home,To
their life was, just like a
fairy tale,
Without evil,grief and
fire...
Lovers all say boldly,
Love you,
Love you,
You for all,thank you
You from harm I will
protect...
Love life,
Love women,
Give them with the
warmth of flowers,
And in a registry office
with delight their lead,
Give women love...
Give women the hope,
Give faith them in
yourself,
Let it never goes out in
the life,
Their midnight star...
Love women, you men,
Cherish them with the
warmth of the soul,
You, in everything give
thanks,
For the
kindness,tenderness
and love...
Keep those people,who
are near,
Live in the world of
being,
Love,believe and write,
Poems for muses
always-always...
I beg of you,
I urge,
Live peacefully without
a fight,
Not to bore you to the
grave,
Relatives of bright
flowers...
Not to bore you to the
grave,
Relatives of bright
flowers!!!