Who Is Created... Who Is The Creator?.. Breeze and dawn
BREEZE
Tango of passion for lovers...
Who's The Maestro?.. Violin Who?
Music flies from the balcony
Into our starry window...
They fight!
Beat...
Rhythms of passion!
The blood boils in my heart!
Who... And in whose power are you?
And Love... Is it all the same?
Flies with the wind to the sea
Music of two hearts...
Tango of passion for lovers...
Who Is Created...
Who Is The Creator?
MORNING
Hands in the clay... form again
Not close to the ideal...
Well, let - but the basis
And obedient, and soft!
The master looks at the creation:
Not happy, but happy...
Oh, beautiful vision!
The master is not ambitious,
And not for the glory of the eternal
He sculpted you all night,
Not to be perfect
To repeat the pattern exactly to a tee,
Just so that again
Put your hands in the clay,
And, having learned weightlessness,
Space they create.
He's sure it's clay
She directed her fingers again,
To be that had been created from
The one who will create love...
BREEZE
Living clay is weightless -
Where the butterfly flutters in his hands...
Take love as a basis here
Drawing the sky on the wings...
Where the brush strokes of the sky and
Breathe you into the wings of blue
Lightly touching... like dreams!
And suddenly you Wake up…
Your flutter of wings is light-eyed
Where the azure easily sings
On threads with the sky in the distance a stream
We fly in the heavens is calling…
And in these dreams are inseparable
Skyward continuing our flight…
In other worlds we are pilgrims
And the sky in us
Won't fall!
Solnyshko...