tell my story.
It is unlikely that you will recognize yourself in it,
but there is a love order hidden in it.
«From the depths of the Siberian valleys
towards the southern steppes,
a beautiful eagle flew
up to meet its fate.
He turned for a long time over the fields,
not knowing where that edge was.
His hunter spotted him,
took a bead on him.
A shot rang out,
and like a stone the eagle fell on the water.
No, he was not killed or wounded,
he became a hunter ringed.
Now that he is intoxicated with hops, he sits on his
shoulder as if he is not alive. He forgot everything:
where he was flying, what he was dreaming about,
and finally who was waiting for him.
And it was supposed to fly higher,
from the eyes of people under the clouds.
Fly to the blue-winged eagle
that awaits him from afar.
God alone knows how long
he will be in captivity.
But he remained unknown
just an answer to her pleas».
That’s how it happens in people’s lives,
you go to meet your fate,
and suddenly, some fateful case,
good or bad.
And you fell behind,
and everything seemed out of place.
So be steadfast men,
stronger than life’s obstacles!
As the universe decides
My soul is full of excitement.
Although I’ve never seen you,
I’ve managed to fall in love with you.
Now our meeting is close.
I should rejoice with joy,
but it’s not like that.
There are no guarantees.
That’s what you said.
You’re right. But as a helpless chick,
I don’t know what to answer you.
I feel confused, afraid of the disappointment
that may separate us.
When one of us remains
unhappy, we can’t change anything.
Perhaps it is better not to meet at all,
and continue to live in ignorance, loving.
One hope remains unchanged,
love and faith under the arms lead to you.
And may the universe bless us,
which has decided to unite us.
So know, I’m coming to you on the ice
with trembling legs.
Loving you as I know you,
holding on to a thin thread of happiness.
My
We met you on the verge of summer,
how long we went to each other.
In the excitement, the love of hopes are warmed,
in the eyes of salvation we have found.
That’s the end of the evening correspondence
and the time zone is no longer important.
My dear friend, oh my God!
How close you are!
You support me, I’m not brave at all.
You smile when I become ridiculous,
you hug when words are superfluous.
I won’t stop loving you now.
After all, I have a surplus of feelings now.
We will tell you now in the ear
how life is complicated,
insidious and beautiful.
I was a friend, and you were a girlfriend,
now a completely different fairy tale.
We were separated by kilometers of time,
because there are unresolved problems.
And the memory of joyful moments
caresses the feelings of my dilemma.
We alone know how we were together,
now we dream of meeting again.
A bed of fire, you haven’t cooled down yet.
I have known passion and tenderness and love!
A sip of dreams
It happens that a full-flowing river
in the quicksand,
two will dream when the lips dry up
from the wind of changes harsh in the destinies.
They go to meet at random, like a mirage,
the smell of a river visible in the distance,
believing in hope and luck,
a sip of a dream among the sands is salvation.
And, finally, they find a paradise,
an oasis of happiness and love, and
drink greedily, not remembering about the reality
that calls them to their former places.
The desert path is far away,
and we must hurry,
with the arrival of night, the cold comes,
so I want to hide and make a fire
so that I have a clear dream.
About that oasis, as a salvation,
about the feelings of a new birth.
About how, having drunk each
other’s dream, they never parted again.
I want to hear
How fleeting time is,
When breathing in unison.
When you’re happy to be together,
you don’t notice the date.
Eye to eye, hand to hand,
and you’re the happiest, however.
To feel love stronger,
there is separation in the world.
But after the meeting,
I’m not afraid of her anymore.
And