THE LOVE

The love has come
From where I don”t know.
Again I  live,
Again I write these lines
And very thankful
To this time to go,
To all thеse letters,
Which are very fine.

Don”t be in vain
When call for me this hour,
But think a little,
May be even more,
That our meetings
Are like cold shower
And in my memory
They are not simply store.

I love you, only you,
And  I”m afraid to tell it.
I want to see your eyes,
To hear and to touch.
As time is quickly on,
But I cannot retell it,
All those sights of you,
Your hands,
So sweet and large.



             ***

I saw a ship,
A very good ship,
White and really free.
It went along,
Large and too strong
And very nice to me/

I saw some tourists,
Women and men,
They were on board and smile.
I saw them all,
Grown up and small,
They were too young and fine.

Water was warm
We heard a song,
It was too quitely singing.
Weather was fine,
Sun brightly shined,
And our dreams were ringing.


             ***

You are a flower,
       A beautiful flower,
       A beautiful flower I know.

You are a rose,
       A pretty rose,
       A pretty rose, too small.

You are a fairy,
        A magic fairy,
        A magic fairy I know,

You are delicious,
         Very delicious,
          Very delicious at all.


               ***

      THE      WHEEL.

When I was born
My mum at once
Put me to pram
To have me glanced.
And four big wheels,
Both round and right,
Nursed me the whole
Day and night.

Then I  grew up,
Grew up a little.
Three wheels pushed me
To all the people.
And day by day
I turned byke pedals
And cried so much,
When go to cradles.

When I became
Or eight, or nine
Two wheels rushed me
To park so fine.
I went to rivers
And to hills
Or even forests
With my wheels.

And I decided
Not to laugh.
Wheels bothered me,
So that’s enough.
And here I saw
Two pretty eyes,
Which were like wheels,
But green and nice.

And now I’ve bought
Four wheels with car,
They rush us all
Too quick and far.
Four wheels are nice,
Not children toys,
They’re prams and bykes
For our boys.


    Refrain:   Wheel is my road,
                Wheel is my fate,
                And with the wheels
                I’m not to be late.


        ***

The  sun went into autumn,
The leaves were falling fast.
My dream was very pleasant
About present, past.

But suddenly my heart burns,
And pulse is knocked and knocked.
I thought that I’m not tired,
And only train has stopped.

Then goes further, further
A month, a year, so on...
If I’m in train, it’s order,
But back we can’t return.


           ***

Which I see an autumn forest,
Full of miracles and stories,
Having riches even gold,
Shares with people, young and old.
It puts on a yellow suit,
Say  “ Hello” to me and you.

Which I see an autumn sky,
Grey or blue, or white, or shy.
Here are clouds, they are light,
And through them the sun is bright.
Many birds fly up and say
To see off winter far away.

Which I see an autumn bay
In the dull and rainy day?
It is grey and too unpleasant
In the cool and cold weather.
It does not call us to be glad
Soon the ice be thick and bad.


               ***

         THE  CHRISTMAS       SONG.


In the Christmas any forest
Is of miracles and stories.
Every church is full of light
We're in it the whole night.

In religious of all times
This day is as good, as chime.
- Oh,  my God, be wise and kind,
- Look at  your poor child.

 Refrain:
    Christmas day,
    Christmas day,
Goes, goes far away.
     Christmas dreams,
     Christmas dreams
    Very much for us  it means.


     We  are sinful in the fate,
    Give us favour and escape.
    Christmas days will flow not near
    To return back in a year.

In the Christmas any forest
Is of miracles and stories.
Every church is full of light
We're in it the whole night.


         Refrain:
    Christmas day,
    Christmas day,
Goes, goes far away.
     Christmas dreams,
     Christmas dreams
    Very much for us  it means.


       ***

Air is with sounds,
All about area.
Often   sweet and loud,
Seldom bad or various.

Air is with colours,
Blue or pink or green,
Seldom they”re of sadness,
Often they are clean.

I want sounds joyful,
Colours only bright,
Air for the people
Tender, sweet and light.


            *** 

          VIOLETS.

  The violets are of brightly colours,
They are my lovely home flowers.

They may be lilac, red or white,
Or very dark or nicely light.

They are alive.Can sleep and rise
And bend the heads in  great surprise.

They like me speak to them in smile,
Then they become so nice and fine.

And when I wash them every day
They thank for warm and pleasant rain.