Dedicate for N.A.Makarova 20.11.1975
I will touch your satin hands,
Their warmth will drave me to madness.
All around will be vague and unclear
Like the ghostly dawn in a misty dress
Only why to hide those hands of yours?
Is it possible for someone not to see
That your care in the house bears fruit
Like grape fingers on a ripe raceme?
How your wrists run gracefully when you
Go bustling around in the kitchen!
Don't hide your hands, the fog will fall
As you let the one who loves you kiss them!
I will touch your satin hands
© Copyright: Лидия Кашуро, 2018
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К Рождеству было бы хорошо это...
On the concave surface of the toy,
Which you found in the pine tree at Christmas
Girl's face and neck
And a scarf in a short black dress. Still
You are closer - more reflections, more –
From the laughter shaking his shoulders a hundred already!
Too bad the party's over.
And it is unlikely
You will take care of me
Like a fluffy ball
Who's gonna put me in the black box?
And a shroud of tinsel?
And who notice your face-bright order –
For sunken gilded breast?
Александра Моравик 03.12.2018 10:57 • Заявить о нарушении
On the concave surface of the toy,
Which you found in the pine tree at Christmas
Girl's face and neck
And a scarf in a short black dress. Still
You are closer - more reflections, more –
From the laughter shaking his shoulders a hundred already!
Too bad the party's over.
And it is unlikely
You will take care of me
Like a fluffy ball
Who's gonna put me in the black box?
And a shroud of tinsel?
And who notice your face-bright order –
For sunken gilded breast?
Александра Моравик 03.12.2018 10:57 • Заявить о нарушении
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