Have you ever been to hell?
Have you ever felt what it is?
Has your mother told you,
That all what you do
Can result in good or in bad?
When I feel my heart is alone,
When I know you are not with me,
All that brightness once before
Turned suddenly to black,
And my life is nothing but hell!
People think that life never ends,
Paradise a place for a tryst,
But they never dream to be
one day in the hell,
Just as if it doesn’t exist…
If you want to have happy life,
If you want to know what is Luck,
Live your life as bright as if
Your any day is last,
As tomorrow may be awe-struck…
Do you know what is Hell?
Do you know what it is?
Not to live but just exist...
Do you know what is Hell?
Do you know what is hell?
© Copyright: Наталья Тиханская, 2012
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Have you ever been in hell,
It's just all around turn around,
You are on, or this series,
You, on stage, and live without fear
Have you ever been in hell,
It's easy, just - just fall in love,
Get lost where - that in his delirium,
And in my heart, dream yutites!
Have you ever been in hell?
Yes we are all living in the mill-hell!
Well, heaven in my heart I find,
From the heat, to thee, and gaze.
Пылающее Слово 08.07.2012 10:26 • Заявить о нарушении
It's just all around turn around,
You are on, or this series,
You, on stage, and live without fear
Have you ever been in hell,
It's easy, just - just fall in love,
Get lost where - that in his delirium,
And in my heart, dream yutites!
Have you ever been in hell?
Yes we are all living in the mill-hell!
Well, heaven in my heart I find,
From the heat, to thee, and gaze.
Пылающее Слово 08.07.2012 10:26 • Заявить о нарушении
Oh, the thread, we are tightly linked,
And thought, fine, and dreams,
And I write and you write,
But we both want to achievements,
And Ty, bliss anticipation,
And fall asleep in a trance,
From the impossibility of making.
A new day shall hope
And the thread leads, connect,
But, and tear, can be
But perhaps all, will return
And the thread, good luck will turn,
And passion, even then do not hide
And, honey, we will smile!
Пылающее Слово 10.07.2012 11:28 Заявить о нарушении
And thought, fine, and dreams,
And I write and you write,
But we both want to achievements,
And Ty, bliss anticipation,
And fall asleep in a trance,
From the impossibility of making.
A new day shall hope
And the thread leads, connect,
But, and tear, can be
But perhaps all, will return
And the thread, good luck will turn,
And passion, even then do not hide
And, honey, we will smile!
Пылающее Слово 10.07.2012 11:28 Заявить о нарушении
Do you remember this?
You know, we have been living our lives in some similar but parallel worlds.
We live on the same planet, but two different lives are having at the same time,
And even when we talk, we sure use completely different words,
Though we discuss the same topics and feel worried about the same climes.
Did we have any chance somewhere to meet, I wonder… Who knows?
I am sure, if we did, for some definite reason we were in a hurry passing by.
But one day those parallel worlds were crossed by such an unexpected thunder,
That we stopped still as frozen and with admiration facing each others eyes.
Endless flow of life dynamics did not let us wait until we take any decision.
Life-absorbing “perpetual motion” did not let us realize what kind of thrill it was.
Thunder is always the result of a lightning, not some noise of people collision,
We passed that short moment and again are going and now no galvanic stops….
Everyone says, "Movement is life!" I don’t believe it, life is not a moving session!
Life is always unique and anyone has something different creating his/her own life…
For me life is love! But now I have a very important but eternal question,
How can I meet you again, if we both are forever in parallel pace of our lives?
Наталья Тиханская 10.07.2012 19:51 Заявить о нарушении
You know, we have been living our lives in some similar but parallel worlds.
We live on the same planet, but two different lives are having at the same time,
And even when we talk, we sure use completely different words,
Though we discuss the same topics and feel worried about the same climes.
Did we have any chance somewhere to meet, I wonder… Who knows?
I am sure, if we did, for some definite reason we were in a hurry passing by.
But one day those parallel worlds were crossed by such an unexpected thunder,
That we stopped still as frozen and with admiration facing each others eyes.
Endless flow of life dynamics did not let us wait until we take any decision.
Life-absorbing “perpetual motion” did not let us realize what kind of thrill it was.
Thunder is always the result of a lightning, not some noise of people collision,
We passed that short moment and again are going and now no galvanic stops….
Everyone says, "Movement is life!" I don’t believe it, life is not a moving session!
Life is always unique and anyone has something different creating his/her own life…
For me life is love! But now I have a very important but eternal question,
How can I meet you again, if we both are forever in parallel pace of our lives?
Наталья Тиханская 10.07.2012 19:51 Заявить о нарушении
I remember your feelings, worries,
And, parallel dimensions,
And, of regret, and turmoil,
And, not full of decrees,
Passionate poems capture,
Hearts banging, chanting,
Moscow's road lightings,
And, a moment in the soul, devastation.
Winter is gone, forgotten the cold,
Spring warmth scored hunger
And summer, looking, looking for a reason
And, I want to leave the city,
And you want to snuggle up by the collar,
And, to be deceived, still young,
And, suddenly realize that the moment is dear to me,
Whatever was his canopy.
But the more I ravitsya Russian, and personal mail. I kiss your hands. Sergei.
Пылающее Слово 10.07.2012 23:59 Заявить о нарушении
And, parallel dimensions,
And, of regret, and turmoil,
And, not full of decrees,
Passionate poems capture,
Hearts banging, chanting,
Moscow's road lightings,
And, a moment in the soul, devastation.
Winter is gone, forgotten the cold,
Spring warmth scored hunger
And summer, looking, looking for a reason
And, I want to leave the city,
And you want to snuggle up by the collar,
And, to be deceived, still young,
And, suddenly realize that the moment is dear to me,
Whatever was his canopy.
But the more I ravitsya Russian, and personal mail. I kiss your hands. Sergei.
Пылающее Слово 10.07.2012 23:59 Заявить о нарушении