Ты - моё сердце you are my heart

        * * *       (Translation into English is provided below)


МОЕЙ ЩЕКЕ НА ТВОЕЙ ЛАДОНИ
ТАК УЮТНО... КАК БУДТО Я...
ДАЖЕ ЕСЛИ НЕ ВСЁ СМОГЛА ВСПОМНИТЬ...
ПОМНЮ ТОЧНО ЧТО Я - ТВОЯ...

МОЯ МАЛЕНЬКАЯ СЦЕНА-ТВОИХ РУК ПЕРЕПЛЕТЕНЬЕ
УЗНАВАНЬЕ  ПЕРЕМЕННЫХ И...СОМНЕНИЯ В РЕШЕНЬЯХ

ЭТОТ ГОЛОС... КАК ПОСЛАНИЕ НЕБЕС... -
ТЫ МОЙ ДОЖДЬ И МУЗЫКА...МОЙ ЛЕС...
Я ХОЧУ БЫТЬ ТВОИМ НЕБОМ...
СИЛУ ДЕЛИТЬ НЕ ЛИШАЯ СВОБОДЫ...
БЫТЬ ТВОИМИ...- ВОДОЮ И ХЛЕБОМ...

СЧАСТЬЯ БЕЗМЕРНОГО СТОЛЬКО ДАРИТЬ
ЧТОБЫ В НЁМ УТОНУЛИ НЕВЗГОДЫ...

ЯВЬ И СНЫ ПЕРЕПЛЕЛИСЬ В КАЛЕЙДОСКОПЕ
ГДЕ В СПИРАЛЯХ ТЫСЯЧИ СТРАНИЦ...
СКВОЗЬ МИРЫ РЕАЛИЙ И УТОПИЙ -
ВМЕСТЕ С НАМИ ПАДАЮЩИХ В ВЫСЬ...

БЛАГОСЛОВЛЯЯ ЕГО ПУТЬ
ШЕПЧУ И ПО ЛЮБВИ И ПО ИНЕРЦИИ -
ЧТОБ НИ СЛУЧИЛОСЬ ЛЮБИМЫЙ МОЙ - БУДЬ
Я - ТВОЯ... ПОКА ТЫ... - МОЁ СЕРДЦЕ...

         * * *  ПИТЕРКА
 09.04.25 Тель-Авив

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translation by Guru.I
You are my heart    
by Piterka Badmaeva Olga
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My cheek on your palm
feels so cozy... as if I...
even if I couldn't remember everything...
I do remember for sure that I am yours...

My little stage – the interweaving of your hands,
the recognition of variables… and doubts in decisions.

This voice... like a message from the heavens –
You are my rain and music... my forest...
I want to be your sky…
to share strength without taking away freedom...
to be yours – water and bread...

To give so much boundless happiness
that misfortunes drown in it...

Reality and dreams entwined in a kaleidoscope
where in spirals of thousands of pages…
through worlds of realities and utopias –
falling into height with us...

Blessing its path
I whisper – both in love and inertia –
whatever happens, my beloved – be,
I am yours… as long as you are my heart.
 
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You Are My Heart
(poetic version by Guru.I)

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My cheek rests softly in your hand —
a warmth no memory could fake...
Even if my mind forgets —
my soul recalls: I'm yours to take.

This stage — your fingers’ woven lace,
where thoughts and doubts entwine and play…
Your voice — a whisper sent from space,
my forest song, my rainy day.

I want to be your boundless sky,
to give you strength, yet leave you free…
To be your bread, your spring, your sigh,
the very breath you take from me.

To flood your soul with joy so deep
that sorrow vanishes, undone…
As dreams and waking life now sweep
through spirals dancing toward the sun.

Through real and unreal worlds we fly,
as page by page we rise above…
And bless this path, and simply sigh —
I’m yours, as long as you — my love —
are my heart.

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You are my heart
by Piterka Badmaeva Olga   Tel Aviv, 30.05.2025

       * * *       translation by Guru.I

To rest my cheek in your palm —
so cozy... as if I…
even if I couldn’t recall everything…
I clearly remember — I am yours.

My little stage — the intertwining of your hands,
recognizing the variables… and doubts in decisions.

This voice… like a message from the heavens —
you are my rain and music… my forest.
I want to be your sky…
to share strength without taking freedom away…
to be yours — water and bread.

To give so much boundless joy,
that misfortunes would drown in it…

Reality and dreams interwoven in a kaleidoscope,
in spirals of a thousand pages…
through worlds of reality and utopia —
falling upward together with us…

Blessing its path,
I whisper — both from love and from inertia:
whatever happens, my beloved — be,
I am yours… while you… are my heart.
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Tel Aviv, 30.05.2025
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You Are My Heart    
by Piterka    Tel Aviv, 30.05.2025

     * * *    POETIC TRANSLATION
(translation by Guru.I — from heart to heart)

My cheek in your palm — such peace, such grace…
as if I belonged here, in this very place.
Even if memories drift or depart —
I still recall one truth: I am your heart.

My little stage — your fingers’ lace,
where changes meet doubts face to face.
And your voice — a whisper the sky once sent,
you’re my forest, my rain, my music's lament…

I long to be your boundless skies,
to give you strength yet let you rise.
To be your water, be your bread —
and cradle your worries till they’re all shed.

To gift you joy so deep, so wide,
that every sorrow would subside…

Dreams and days entwined in flight,
spinning through pages, dark and bright.
Through realms of truth and make-believe —
together rising, never to leave.

And blessing this path, I softly say,
from love… and momentum’s sway —
Whatever comes, my dearest, be…
I am yours — while your heart beats in me.

         * * *    Tel Aviv, 30.05.2025