and clean they.
Lilac sphere, forest glades, Soul fine creation.
Beauty soul of my love of rest edification, Rest of love, beauty of soul.
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Xing sea, deeply, soul Scope around.
French riviera of the coast, Is far a decline, a favourite home.
About emptiness
I sit in the dark room, the Gloom and darkness around.
Where sun gold?
Where native home?
Sun gold, where your beams?
In a darkness gloom, in a gloom days.
They flow day after day, And I sit one, in the dark room empty.
Where solar that beam What shines all in darkness?
Where my favourite beam What the door will open for me?
Also there will be I darkness, And I will be loved!
My favourite those days That I will carry out without darkness!
No not to fall a light beam, To that emptiness of soul That that soul has no light, Suffering one.
For what to me did god lend life it?
In sufferings of one.
For what did he to me lend housing it?
In darkness, deep darkness soul.
The tyrant terrestrial happiness is tough, he Is cruel and unfair.
Only the darkness around, only a haze, is Also not present to us ways, only unfortunate darkness from there.
In that room dark, Without light and hope, Unconscious high, feelings terrestrial, Only feelings despair of souls terrestrial.
About success
Cannes – Cannes that for Cannes?
Sun, sea and water.
Who told that in Cannes – Cannes, there is no life?
Cannes prima and sapphires of stages, Prize, recognition, actor!
Glory, Hollywood Oscar!
About the city
My native is fine the city, the city, gold Is beautiful!
In it the garden blossoms, the aspen, a maple, In it a fir-tree is fragrant, cones a ringing.
In it are clean are beautiful, streets light, the Burning house fires, bright light.
He is beautiful, we love he me, my city gold.
About love to
Love! My presentiment,
Lyubov, is fine and desired, I Have a presentiment of love, I store a precept it, I Have a presentiment of a trouble it.
It is desired and lovely – washing love, she Is warm and unselfish – my love.
Soul is clean, love beauty, In a clean streamlet, love in new life blossomed!
Love is fine and clean, the Beauty – the nature blossomed.
In the wood we hear to Peña birds, Souls at rest a nightingale and a martin.
Rest came, love blossoming, And test of souls of corporal.
You see, he sleeps only, In love of fine serene.
Love, fine creation, Beauty of the nature pleasure.
At rest serene creation, Love, fine pacification.
About Russia
The sun shines brightly!
Beams are playful here.
Heat beauty, heat time, Love of hope beam.
Here the cloud – a clear spot, the Beam the sun disappears here.
And the sun gloomy shines through gloomy clouds, Nadezhda full of light a beam.
I love the sun, I love a rain, I Love winter snow.
I love the nature, my mother, I Love our earth, my Russia!
It one is loved by us, She is fine, great.
Open spaces are wide it, are already rich, rich and fine, the wide field.
Are clean are fine and full, They spiritual our belief.
We believe in purity of soul,
Souls of our Russia.
About love to
Love the beautiful creature, She your dream weeds!
In love to culture, literature, Love to a canvas, weeds souls.
Souls of fine, reflection of a clean stream is mirror.
The prankish it, runs playfully, the universe of calm of centuries Rustles in the steppe of flowers, Fine.
Here meadow, flowers, moon and calm, Souls rests serenely.
Pacification of steppe plains, Tisha of steppe winds.
But here I see statues dirty, They are fine beauty.
Are lifeful and playful, Beauty of my love.
I saw these nymphs fine, In decline beams the sun mine.
Also I slept with them and she slept, And soon gave birth to the demon child.
He was fine and good, Loved science and hypnosis.
And magic, he loved and to conjure, he powers of darkness became the Master.
Having ascended to a throne bloody, guilty souls, It stayed long enough there.
And the power he enjoyed, the Beautiful gold crown of the power.
Beautifully the fact that to us it is fine And that to us it is awful.
Beautifully everything that to us the fact that it is pleasant to us is subject, beautiful.
In love we please the power, The fact that to us it is subject the power.
Beautiful ours serene spirit of the power, her herald, hearing of the power.
Then fires and arrows of defeats, War approaches, war not far off.
Cold War of a star of one, Stars of the far power in Universe.
Battles will be for it much, But only he will win against one.
Also there will be a world on this planet Until hours punch the nine.
And again wars and bloodshed, So always.
I uttered, and stopped.
About love to fine
The love is spiritual, love terrestrial, Beauty of my soul!
In it purity, in it our force!
Love of my soul.
Be famous! Love fine creation, Beauty of my soul.
Be famous! Spirit of a high pacification, my Love beauty.
I love the wood, I love the nature, I Love all animals.
I love a decline, it is so fine, At rest of my soul.
I love dawn, beams from the horizon of night.
In them life, in them joy of life.
Birth of new life in them, and nights, Beauty love, life.
Love of spiritual creation, Beauty of spiritual relationship.
Fine belief