Poem
A long - long ago in Bengal, beautiful,
In the depths of centuries gone by in the shade,
Governor lived maharajah-powerful,
A descendant of the ancient Incas and the Magi \\
His wealth was no limit
And his power brutally.
Magic power of the body,
And the passion of its hot blood flowed.
Brutally, foolishness no words. He conquered alien tribes.
Of the prisoners Shower Sorrowful catch
Prepared The death cup seeds.
Like the Ancient Shadow of Genghis Khan
From the heads of enemies built his yard 00000000ets.
As pyramid Feast of Tamerlane
Erected a cruel crown
The palace is decorated with marvelous inside with gold.
Chambers marble there nebylo end ..
Everywhere shone Izumrudov Plata,
The governor waited for news from Gonta.
He waged war in the desert of Bengal
With a powerful tribe too many sad years.
Finally victory Latin Latin
His eyes lit happy light.
His troops with a huge booty,
Triumphant step jauntily walked home ..
And the sound of victory with the head of a bull's horn,
Sounded as though once again struck the battle.
Elephants crowned troops dashing column
The sounds of musicians they were.
And behind could be heard crying and moaning,
Innocent captives that they were being followed.
Among the captive girl Magara
Everyone was amazed at the marvelous beauty
As Val traveling waves Madagascar
Razili eyes of its greatness simplicity.
She was proud, though shackled tsepyami,
She had a wonderful Royal camp.
She led a fearsome spears
In a strange inheritance, which beat Prisons fountain.
Her eyes were crowned quiet tears,
And dripped in diamonds in transit.
And at night weary melancholy daydreams
The extent of their suffering is not found.
My verse sounds, beat drums,
Style eyelashes all salty tears of blood.
Nesis suffocation, a formidable force, howling,
Grief story this poison.
And, all the way dead bodies washed,
Shone a human bones.
Living flogged brutally and openly
Hangs over the living passion of darkness.
But the motorcade entered foot perishable,
On land imperious as death Magaralzhi.
Since all living slaves tears poured foam
As with the clouds that rain washed the earth.
And the girls were convoys herd,
In the power of evil Harem Eunuchs.
Chadili candles there sad stench,
Wax dripping rain in my poems.
It's hard to describe the whole scene,
Magara and meeting with the Lord of Day, and Darkness.
He charms gave her the price,
What fell down before her all the guards Prisons.
And the Duma, he devoted himself to Magar,
Which lit the fire of love.
He is captive in a dangerous prisoner caught
It senses fairy - tale revived
This just interrupt the narrative,
I turn to another legend of the day.
I will lead you to another legend
To ride a horse Pegasova ..
Yesterday all day rain from the sky rained uylo.
Today the sun came out from behind the clouds,
As in the plays of life, where sometimes all frozen,
And suddenly flash of bright ray of hope.
And where we will start another story,
In the land of Bengal was in a village house.
Had he decorations simple
Was condemned to demolition and scrap.
That through his iron bars,
We see a young man sitting on the couch
Reading the book, rosary prebiraya
During the year, it seems, in Maghte.
And on the road in a striped sari
Paced the girl alone.
I ate a plum, brown eyes casting,
For a young man, blushing with shame.
But the youth did not pay attention
In the views of the young firebrand of the Soul.
Unaware girlfriend flutter,
And the joy of the Virgin of her soul.
And if you're dealing with a blind,
It is difficult to maintain dignity.
Stings laughter you feel the body
And drowning in them going to the bottom.
A girl with the pretense and contempt
Nebrezhlivo threw stones at the window.
Not knowing that there is no nice view
What he is endowed with long-sightedness.
When he woke up from reading,
Squinting that girl learned
Our young man stood up and swayed slightly,
And with a sweet smile called.
Come here - he called Garibalu,
That was the name the girl that the boy came.
To re-hear the tales "Kahtamaly"
About the Tiger, Horse and Donkey naive.
He was a young man girl teacher
She taught Bengal letter.
Sciences of the arts, he was a passionate respectful
Chasing knowledge of ignorance and darkness.
Again, read her fairy tales a year earlier,
All of which he translated.
After "Kahtamala" is full of mysticism.
Tiger girl doslezno arguments.
That boy name was Shoshushibonom,
Poem "Light and Shadows" He was a hero,
Described Rabingranat Tagore,
And once again resurrected in verse my hand!
Shoshushibon a bachelor of arts,
Also Yuristdiktsiyu honored.
His mind were people Lavra,
I respect all of the young ardor.
All the villagers Garibaly
Divided into castes, tribes.
Veli intrigues, lies and other deceptions,
Cane Sugar sowing seeds.
The child's father, dear Garibaly
Fell into a grave and pathetic need.
Hungry life he saw a grin,
By their work and drove came trouble.
Is a simple naib someone,
Once a day, ate only a handful of Rice.
And Garibale battered something!
They Hunger sang their songs of sadness.
Naib consulted with the young bachelor,
On the issues of their bitter litigation.
But the boy was weak in the litigation,
Sometimes they just fear it instilled.
Once in that village came Referee Grozny.
It all tax gnustno fleeced.
And he was tough as a Russian Ivan the Terrible.
The people in the Village sad to suffer.
Father did not give poor thing Garibaly
Judge - Sahib of the meal, what does not
The flow of threats, as in Bure nine balls,
Naib heard for refusing to answer.
Shoshushibon learned about this scene
I decided to sue someone? From Judge himself.
Forgetting that he was a poor man without a title and price
And it may be punished bitter fate.
And the young man insisted, stubbornly,
Willing to give the judge the last battle.
He was the honor of proudly straight.
From high up, stubborn head.
For it sometimes went Ghariban,
Alas, he said it could not!
After reading of judicial time occupied,
And the sense of girls were composed in a silent syllable.
But you definitely know the reader is true,
As against the forces are weak there is no way.
The struggle is not often goals are achieved,
Having come to a standstill, where nowhere to go.
That's happened to our Shoshibonom,
His dream was to take revenge at an impasse.
Was closed litigation Shoshibona,
Threats to Judges cries.
And proud as Cali Garibalu,
The father decided to give in marriage,
In order to give it a tribute to the wealth of Fame,
And from the brutal poverty take away.
And in the day when singing Flute Weddings,
In Calcutta sailed Hero Shoshushibon.
In the distance could be seen Villages and Villas
Premonition cast in the heart of the Dream.
But often useless to us vision
Come tormenting anxiety.
Fate is deceptive, as the shadows cast,
Laughing at us swearing Glumov.
While a strong wind was blowing fair,
River foam like evil demons.
And the boat sailed into Lunosvetny evening,
The night was black as coal ash.
Suddenly, on the River event occurred,
Interrupting his road a long way.
How it all happens in our miserable Genesis,
And the joy and essence of the bleak.
Rotating noisy wheel masses,
He walked across the river steamer to Calcutta.
He caught up with the boat, suddenly found themselves side by side
Trying to slow down its rapid progress.
And our hero Shoshushibon sailed close to the boat
I saw how Sahib raised his gun
Suddenly a shot rang out, thunder rolled
Sail boat blew a gun
Barkas overturned, vryvshis in the water.
Shoshushibon fortunately rescued the crew.
One died without a title and type,
What a poor and miserable Page.
Shoshi returned with the rescued in the village
Court started with the culprit of this.
But evil Sahib was born from the ancient caste.
Acquitted was, though cursed all his.
Shoshushibon came home, overwhelmed with pain,
After all, the powerful of the poor not to judge.
A Ghariban cursed evil share
I could not forget the teachers.
When the bride was put in the boat
In order to take her father home is far,
She was sad and very timid,
Not even knowing how to behave.
She did not know that her teacher
Came ashore to lay her.
And the wind Feeling Parting VIP
For both of them did all the Ashes.
But then again I'm singing Tale of Mogare,
And Tale of Divine Love
Which was now in full swing
In my heart Lord Strong Bova.
But first I want to tell
About youth Belle Magara,
Poret, which we are not given to be in charge,
Brought light elevated pore.
She grew a flower in the Ancient Village,
Flame Beloved Krishna.
Was Radha - a shepherdess among the trees,
Who listened to the voice of Lord Vishnu.
In a heart inspired "Damayanti"
And Sita Ramayana beauty
How to shine glitter in the stone Diamante,
Holy Christ as crosses.
And, sometimes affectionate feelings Magar
Envied Sweetheart "Biddu.
Dreamed about "Shundore" snow-white,
Clans head of the Great Buddha.
She taught ancient ure.
Shaharezada her are dreams.
Fire blinding bright legends.
Love it kept sending Kind Elephants.
It was his charming shepherdess,
And sang sweetly as a pipe.
She grew up child _ an innocent girl,
Available temper slender as Spruce.
Even Jungle Cobras and hanged himself
Hissed Tales Youth glory.
She gave a tribute to the House of the Blind Dady,
I smiled the morning dew.
In the village girl prayed to the Gods Castes,
Darya Nadezhda affectionately Flowers.
So uplifting Divine flock.
What glory it rumbled for miles.
But once ran troubles.
We went to the Village alien tribes.
They captured the soul of the young Veda
By sowing the seeds of Lights of Death.
The night of screaming, moaning in fear of the Jungle,
Bloodshed sadness evil ax.
The village burned and turned into coals,
Death came to the village's time.
So Magara got into evil storm,
In Harem destiny without pity dealt.
But then, suddenly, was the Tsar's Happiness
Love a maharajah, it should now.
A Magar attired in garments,
Jewelry with pearls stones.
And eye pearls gently expressed,
Tu tale is sad that suddenly happened to her.
The reader you probably do not know
What Poem two suddenly leading the story.
So sometimes you do not understand
Why care about this sad story.
But poterpi, in the end all will become clear
And if that patience is not given,
Do not waste a second time in vain,
Read other book Shit
Shoshushibon went to Calcutta again
Although no case had no
The rainy season in Bengal is not new,
Stop the poor failed.
Bengal was covered with thousands of threads
Everywhere grew Liana, Rice and jute.
Grasslands are flooded with water sad effluent
Reminded all the Flood in November eeriness.
Wherever you look, all in the sad lumps of dirt,
Cows crowding in feedlots muddy puddles
Covered manure zakvasnoy ointment,
A Jungle wept, how they ate Russian cold.
Cold wind in the homes of burying,
Playing with the rain causing thunder.
A pack tuch sad tears ronut,
All exciting as Pirates Rum.
Men tube, shrinking smoking
And women have the water from the river,
Grain Rain impact soil boring,
Darya her finger from Krishnevoy hands.
Shoshushibonu sick boat
Though hidden, he was a canopy of bamboo.
And he approached the shore and gently,
Is related to her under the porch cane.
And in a place that was large network,
To catch fish - the tribute of the River.
But the rain was pouring down, plant watering,
I hid in the shelter fishermen.
But unluckily for sailing in a boat policeman
Paddle it got into this network.
He was arrested by Indian fishermen,
Velev innocent wear shackles.
Shoshushibon seeing this scene,
Entered in the defense of the poor fishermen.
Giving them a justified price
Rescuing the police Klykov.
When he was covered with rude words,
At Lexicon Hindi language
He jumped into the boat, to fight, well, short,
Popal in the area also on the hook.
They treated him ?!... You'll understand without words.
Then, above him was the Judicial Process.
Innocent judge - the concept is not new,
Not first this whole process history.
Five long years he sat behind bars!
But he soon died in the bitterness of the Father.
In prison he rubbed sadism brush.
Suffered immensely as a plaintiff in the Court.
And there in prison, he heard a legend
About Magar - Immortality of Love.
And I hasten to continue you legend
Like a fairy tale about the exploits of Russian Bova.
When Magar decked in Zlata,
I fell down all the servants and slaves,
Maharajah sat in his chambers,
Tasting flavor favorite Magara.
And he decided to come back in to Magara
Not Prince, who gave all power to the dust.
And soon you will know dear reader,
How Ancient Jafar - Tales of making Byl.
And ordered her to leave the village,
Dress up a shepherdess, the mood guard.
Let Elephants in large herds of the village
And as the eyes from the eyes of others to take care of.
Order of Lords was executed in a moment.
Slipped secretly powder for sleep.
And Well estkoyu hand obedience,
In the villages were suddenly she.
Waking Magara learned
Friends of Jungle Village shade.
Astonishment groaned,
Sitting down on the cut down a huge tree stump.
Everywhere Liana caressed her hands
Murmured her songs Blue Stream.
And the chorus echoed Elephants magic sounds.
Everywhere reigned sound affectionate speeches.
A Cobra had fun and danced,
Bear Baloo she was carrying bee honey.
From the surprise speaker at all hanging.
Topilo Sun stiffness ice.
All the monkeys she carried the gifts,
And even Tiger forgot about anger suddenly.
They brought the bow, as with the Arc de Triomphe,
And each to each was a gentle kind friend.
A Magara uvita vDzhungley Fabrics,
Colors intimate hiding places
Praying in a whisper Ancient Goddess Kali.
I smiled at her dream.
In the village where Magara found herself,
Alien caste Ancient lived.
There nestled girl shepherdess,
It flower again the young alive.
She got up from the morning's dawn,
Elephants used to take all the watering.
Then the bees tunes sung Roy,
And you, reader, with a young maid sing.
Youth For only an instant, that craves the thicket of Glory,
Then it seems everything in the sensuous fire.
All blooms in us, we sing songs of grass,
And we do not know anything about the haze.
We sometimes fall in love carelessly
We chudyatsya fairy tales call.
I think that youth is eternal,
Not knowing the way of further dreams.
A tale of "Romeo and Juliet"
We were intoxicated, like a taste of wine.
Beautiful no love in this world,
And if you do not eat, to know the fate of Wine.
We sing "Tales Shaharezady"
And one night - a thousand nights.
We were guarded by evil perfidy ambush
And often, tears dripping from the eyes.
Who did not like the poet can not be,
Who does not suffer - that feelings have not lived.
Such fate laughing at the bottom Bezchuvstva drives,
They stone heartlessness investing
A Magara was like a Goddess
That the sense of the Most Highs ardently waited.
Sometimes cooled like frost
Which all gave the feelings.
But then one day suddenly proskuvshis morning,
Heard your music wondrous miracle of sound.
Magara roused early in the morning
Hearing the heart feels the beats knock.
Near sang Someone sweet song
As the rain that pours like a bucket.
Yes so that pain is heart wrung closely
And reached the most hip.
O dear, come, come quick!
About Tale of Life revived!
Give me back the Force!
Come Wizard of Life!
I was a young shepherdess Call
O dear Krishna! God Almighty Buddha!
You see the suffering of his early years.
Than I have to wait Exalted Court,
To see the dream of my starlight.
On the spirit, O God, O God the Merciful,
Give me a soul, the Almighty Fire.
Give juice drink Girlfriends soft-hearted,
And gave me a day, chasing away the darkness of night.
About Feeling no need to force me to riches!
No need to call the Golden Sword!
Love come down - it is only you riches!
Light my light, light thousands of candles!
Then the song was interrupted, as the Jungle Rain suddenly
And Magara saw that
Whom in a dream sometimes wait in vain
In sinful life difficult and tight.
Young man stood before her - as if Krishna
Appeared suddenly with a mysterious heavens.
Maybe before it was Lord Vishnu,
Messenger of Divine Force Zeus.
It befits the sculpture of Apollo,
Was naked, hiding behind the fig leaf.
Welcoming a little - a little head bow
Smashing her with his divine sword.
In their hands holding Sheepdogs flute,
And his eyes captivated as Vishnu view.
What happened, then let the poet,
And you the reader lowering his eyes.
She gave him a present of Feelings Passion
This was written many poems.
In captivity both innocent Power of Love Power,
What is still the basis of all dilemma.
A Jungle their love blessed,
Sunbeam gave warm caresses.
Elephants walk Dance amused,
. Above them a taste of love is tempting to soar
He was like a beautiful Paris,
And courage Hercules properly.
Content with only a handful of rice,
And the young maiden, spoiling it caressed.
She lay all the Nagas in the radiance,
Give him, showing enthusiasm.
All otselovannaya, in passion and desire,
The bodies of their feelings in a single fire was.
A day bathed in the sweet spray of Ganges
Intertwining bodies like a pair of snakes.
And it is with passion and power of the Mustang,
His love gave ...... and only her.
And the cries of emotions carried through the jungle Wind
And again, again, he caressed her.
Changes from day to evening and smiled,
Love as Thunder yawned his grin.
So the feelings prohodnln day after day,
Until one day, here you just wait,
Not mchis for unknown sleds,
Suspend its course, and patiently wait.
Reader! You probably guessed
On secrecy that concealed Shoshushibon?
And who Raja you guessed correctly?
Spark flashed, waking dream
Vnnovnikom zateyanoy poem
You rightly understood was Shoshushibon.
In prison he wrote a poem this topic
Until he was released out.
He was emaciated and ill, he was the heart.
No it is not anywhere long waited.
The desert world scorched lonely heart,
Where to go? Schego start? Not know!
While he stood for a long time pondering
Before him stood the crew.
Opened the door and went out was touched,
All dressed up and nice page.
I asked him he il Shoshushi - Baba
Which came only from the prison.
Recalling Tales - AliBaba,
Which we are familiar from childhood.
On that day, played the clouds and sun
Were filled with light rice fields.
Shadow hid them with his little window,
What a pathetically sun worshipers.
A group of wandering monks - Vaishnavites
Sadly sang the song wicked fate.
And Vishnu, God was fervently - vehement,
Reminding all about the Call of Destiny
.
Return, return, on
Lord, come back!
In my hungry,
Thirsty, exhausted
The heart of the Lord return.
And the rhythm of that song upset Shoshushibona,
And he continued with divine songs Way.
It is written Rabingranat Tagore,
A "Lights and Shadows" - The essence of this songs.
My eternal happiness, come back!
My eternal grief, come back!
My happiness Igor,
Torment, wealth, Come to me!
My Ever-welcome, come back!
My favorite always, come back
On the wrong, the eternal, in
Embrace come back!
I come back to his chest, in my
Eyes return,
In my dream, my dreams, in my house
My joy in all my
Life is back!
In my laughter come back,
In my tears come back!
In my love, my deception
My eternal happiness, come back!
My eternal grief, come back!
My happiness Igor,
Torment, wealth, Come to me!
My Ever-welcome, come back!
My favorite always, come back
On the wrong, the eternal, in
Embrace come back!
I come back to his chest, in my
Eyes return,
In my dream, my dreams, in my house
My joy in all my
Life is back!
In my laughter come back,
In my tears come back!
In my love, my deception
In my pride back!
In my memory come back,
In the respect of return,
In my faith and work,
Care, shame, life
DEATH come back!
The carriage drove into a huge mansion,
Where there were two-storey house
Shoshushibon suddenly remembered a sweet wedding
And his masterpiece of the Taj Mahal that.
While following the soles of a servant,
Shoshushibon in a luxurious room has gone.
Along the walls were lined with shelves of books the mountain
And on the table, he found important.
On the slate shone name Garibaly,
And in all the books it was written in his hand.
And the volume of the old fairy tale "Kahtamaly"
Mahabharata, Dharapat poured sadness River
Shoshushibon looked out the window is large,
And what he sees - a small house
With iron bars on the windows,
Which was not delivered into the scrap and scrap.
And he remembered the past way of life
And the girl who taught
And his story - Raji debauchery feasts,
And the rock of Destiny, which knife sharpening.
But once the cavalry Hammers
Order yavila Magar native.
It should come to the house of the Lord,
And become his favorite wife.
The news of the terrible storm paralyzed,
Carrying separation from dear Shepherd.
The fate of her troubles again forged,
And it was before the great post.
She went to say goodbye forever to a dear,
Salty tears dropping on the sand.
Led by guard _ formidable force,
Sobbing from the deaf mute despair.
But what happened - each got to!
Suddenly disappeared without a trace like a shadow.
Lowered her trembling knees,
And the sad weeping departing day.
She was dressed in their robes,
Crown of sapphire stones.
A Magara lost all hope,
Farewell to life parting sney.
Since Snake was carrying a poison,
To drink, but do not become the wife of Raja.
Her legs were decorated with delicate herbs
Elephants were brought to the palace of the Maharajah.
She carried the Queen of the unearthly,
Chagall march faithful elephants.
And songs were sung by me
What poured light smile of the moon.
Across Bengal jubilant people
Queen of new saluting.
Not knowing what else she loves,
And waiting maharajah Divine vengeance.
A Shushibon dreamed of Garibale,
And suddenly he sees a half-opened door,
And she came into the room beaming,
The widow of beauty, the reader will believe me.
She fell before him on his knees,
Words of forgiveness, barely audible words.
Our Shoshibon also rose to his knees,
And the Shadows of Love burned past dawn.
The reader can himself to finish two poems,
About the National Anthem of the senses, the greatness of love.
And the immortality of the eternal themes
Which once again devoted to poetry.
In honor of the Magar departed early in eternity
Built was immortal Taj Mahal.
He is a symbol that goes to infinity,
Our heroes, he became a tomb.
And everyone who reads this poem,
Let remember the greatness of love,
Which is like the rays of light,
Always before us all in front ..
LEONID TRIGUB
1990god
ISRAEL
POEM
I remember the smells of Lilac
And acacia leaves.
Legs virgin Sirens
Kindly trample the grass.
It was there once,
Where again lovely barn.
Last Straw hut
I kissed a girl.
Oh, the grass and the smell of mint ... .
Dogs, the groan of foliage.
A girl's dress was creased,
Shame hid in the bushes.
It was there once,
And now around the sands.
And much forgotten smell of Mint
And wonderful breasts nipples.
Where are you that girl
The first time that to me ....
Sensual grass squeezed
Early gentle spring.
Here in the desert is no more Lilac
No acacia leaves.
Sirens howl only evil
Whispers roughly Shadow Grass.
Rarely see girls here
Dresses crushed them long ago
In the rough - the stone huts
Walks shit
It was there once,
Where again lovely loft.
For thatched hut
I kissed a girl.
***
I know you do not love me
I only know like me, you little
You're in my network are destroying licentiousness
All in caring only osebe.
Do not pity me, and cast it in a landfill.,
I do not want to sacrifice himself for the game.
Give me in the face with a wooden stick.,
In the blood of my face break it bumps ..
Kick me out, drive soon
I will conquer boredom as a dog.
Come on, begin to play faster,
Pain Soul painfully long bore.
And one will stay in this world,
I will never forget you.
And annoyance slyagu somewhere in Tire
Where ever I curse myself.
***
You know too late, too late,
I met you.
For too long, too long,
Spring came to me ..
Your lips, those lips
With pain kiss.
In a gentle caress, as if in a fairy tale,
The pain of your learned.
It happens, it happens
Once every hundred years.
This meeting, these meetings
Leave a mark ..
Like skvzka as a fairy tale,
You came to me.
How many times have you,
How much affection promised me.
This meeting, this evening
Will live forever.
Like a stalk Daisies,
Keep thee.
It happens, it happens
Once in a hundred years ..
This meeting, these meetings
Leave no trace.
***
You do not know what you want,
In your soul silent emptiness
It burst into tears, and not laugh,
Like a spirit in you a furious rebelled.
Throw the former, sank to the ground,
Look in my eyes you are the King ..
I love you passionately embracing.,
Color your languid feeling distressed.
***
Why come, I
Disturbed by pain,
In the difficult and sad time.
Permeated with love salt,
Started caressing a dangerous game
You're hurting me with a dagger passion
And sparked a furious fire.
Thy magic engulfed the entire power
How obedient wonderful horse rider.
Yes, You're a flower that grew in the far field,
And frustrated Wind fiery passions.
Give it to me in the days of emotional pain
When entangled among strangers networks.
When hope seemed lost,
Prostrate in the maelstrom of passion,
Tormented by thirst, nagy without clothes,
Chained to a rock like Prometheus.
When deprived of unrequited affection,
From the stormy winds of life trembled.
You brought a magician wonderful tales
And the Spirit in me furious Vostan.
I brought the flower
To his lips on the right,
Kissing sensual
Beautiful leaflets ..
And drank oblivion
Love of food poisoning.
Chasing doubts
Pain dull despair.
***
Give me to drink more water,
Lips moisten from the impending disaster,
Lips moisten the ridiculous trouble.
Hand on my head I suppose
One word whispered in my ear,
Only one thing I furtively whispered.
If it happens some trouble
Toli happen what evil,
I know that you only have me.
I know that you only love me.
Mountainside Irada everywhere with me
Laski and tenderness only with me
You'll shine my resounded in the moonlight
'll Be shining my beautiful moon
Give me to drink more water,
Moisten Lips of desert troubles
Lips moisten from the impending disaster.
***
HAIFA Sleeps
Night fell over the sea,
And stole the blackness.
The windows of the waves I can not see
Only heard their profits.
The distance the lights flicker --
The boat anchor.
Albatrosses do not fly.
The sea is asleep.
Beach Haifa afar
He waves his hand to me.
City of the Middle East
Had gone to rest.
Haifa asleep. Lights glow
Gore high beauty
And the hearts of human suffering,
All hid Black.
The clouds are floating over the sea,
Sad astride a horse.
In the gap transcendental looks
Conceit moon ..
On the sand at our house
A pair of young sitting.
, On the love from overseas
Views sad whale.
All fell asleep, only heard
The noise of the surf in the distance.
Haifa asleep and barely visible,
The shore in the mist
***
I think chtoty I like you just dream of.
Your image, like a veil of smoke.
Slightly shaking and sensual tomishsya,
As if the Spirit of flour broken.
All, all in a dream and hands and smile,
You're like a fairy tale - the phantom deer.
Running away with me stride flexible
I pay tribute to the feelings ndyuzhennuyu.
I love your smile Monny - Liza
Your blond hair - bright Vlas.
And your eyes a bluish tint,
With sometimes spray tear.
I love the beautiful face patterns
Eyebrow bend and traced his mouth.
The men throw at you hungrily eyes,
When you come out of their gates.
***
You want something ....
You want something ....
Give you!
I know that-you ...
I know that-you ...
Think of me.
If you want
Just want
Give the horse.
To some,
Little
Into the distance carried you away.
Know a lot
Much
I walked the roads.
But never,
Even once
From love is not a hearse.
Let little
Little
Will you be one.
In order to alarm
Though alarmed
Do you understand me.
And then I
Again the meeting,
Laska gifted.
And anxiety
Pain anxiety
On land Strait.
Want something
Want something
Give you ..
Just think
Want to think
Only me.
***
When we think ......
When we think, we pray always,
Prayer that, by appealing to God.
We just think .... But then came trouble
Driven by fate, go out on the road.
We often think that is accomplished - What
And suddenly a little luck will smile
We just think ... But by us was
The fate of happy, and untold "Good day".
We often mechemsya as fish vzavodi,
Not knowing what we want, others are looking for water.
And just pray in anticipation of trouble,
Cursing sometimes lost years.
We even molemsya, when it's time to love,
We are fascinated early path,
We just think that finally came,
The dream beckons us Maiden at times.
Then, suddenly, imagine that all the strength to us
And we can perform any miracle power.
And we do not pray, and believe then
Racing in doubt sincere colds.
But time is rushing to the desert shores
And we have gradually lost power.
Then again pray mysterious gods
When we think that all long positions.
And we were sailing in the space dissolve
Looking at the past, and feel the anxiety.
And quietly pray for something uboyas,
Prayers again leaving the road.
When we think we molemsya always,
Driven by fate, calling the feeling of God.
We just think ..... And life is already gone,
And endless too evident beyond the threshold.
***
OLD WALTZ
With new hear the old waltz
The white and the young days.
Again, signs of spring
Reminded of her.
And again in the dance we're all alone
The music together.
In the rhythm valsovoy dreams
Blazed and sing.
Tell me, tell me my love,
Cutting Emotional,
Under this waltz, a waltz dream
Frankly haste.
I whirled, whirling faster
I sense a gift.
Dance with me, this waltz
Before dawn.
***
BOOTS
Boots abandoned on the shelf,
Worn many roads,
Now they are without sense,
And they really did not step over the threshold
And they were once on the roads
Tired of prydennoy won.
Trampled ground, sowed anxiety
And violated the bosom of silence.
In the old days the way of separation,
And the eternal battle known the boots.
In the suffering of the past fire and torment
Rescued from fires and a blizzard.
Myasili Zabolotnyj roads,
And warmed his feet at other people's fires,
Trampled ground, sowed anxiety
I walked in front snga and winds.
And often remained in the field of battle,
With dead soldiers lie.
They are sometimes covered wounds
And there was often nowhere to run.
Sometimes when there was no hope,
When burned in a tank battle,
Their proud spirit was resistant as before,
In the dreams of peace in the family fields.
Sometimes they did not take off for a long time,,
And going forward austere path.
And they obeyed blindly debt
Going forward, forward in the last battle.
Ways and Means Hope separation
And the eternal battle known the boots.
Gone are the fire and the fiery torment,
Rescued from fires and a blizzard.
Now they are abandoned on the shelf,
Many battered roads
They lie a long time, they are without sense,
And they really did not step over the threshold.
***
What depressed?
What are you sadly?
Remember that if me?
Just do not cry,
Be still gay,
The memory of the past store.
Do you remember the flowers,
These roses cherished?
Night follies of love?
Just do not cry,
Wipe your tears noticeable,
Quiet Call me.
Again with you ......
And in sorrow and joy,
Remember that if me?
Just do not cry,
And taste again, sweets
The memory of the past store.
***
What Diamond
In such a dung!
Framed stupid
In prose!
Absorbed
Love manure,
Which clown
Thrown from the cart.
Poet gave
Entourage Roses.
But was Brilliant,
In haughty attitude
Spurned poetry
He Rose.
He mile
Manure Prose ..
Brilliant! Manure!
The Poet and the Rose!
And clown Gorovoi!
From the cart!
Which Bouquet
In slurry prose?
What Diamond
In this manure?
***
TRIGUB LEONID
ISRAEL