joy in the tune of strings,
songs, and wild dancing.
Don’t forget gitana’s song.
Chorus
4. A night-anguish
A nymph – ripe raspberry,
mermaid’s blue eyes,
charming power of beauty —
withered him all, captivated.
Unrequited love is poison,
a baneful toxin, elderberry,
torture of a river ghost,
guilt without slough of sin.
Romá reiterate him, “Leave,
forget your reckless passion.”
Just a mockery is the advice,
better not to be alive.
He thinks of a savage revenge
to her, haughty-arrogant —
can’t see the blue-eyed —
better not to be alive.
At sullen nights, he, proud,
feels unwell, can’t sleep,
he’d better dive, not out,
in a potent mass of depth.
His beauty-raspberry-mermaid-
river blue will embrace.
Oh river, oh night-anguish,
oh night, oh gloomy night.
5. “The long road and moonlit night”
Horses zealous! Horses fiery!
Wedding noisy! Eyebrow arched!
Stately Roma Yanko-boy
rules the fierce, fondles Lala!
Strong gallop, open expanse!
The feast of the soul and nightingales!
Skillful impudence, passion carefree,
purple young temper trifles!
Endless happiness multiplies delights —
hey, rapid, hey, come on.
Pleasant, vivid moment boundless,
the long-awaited fighting chance.
Illness-ailment, get out of here,
go away, hey, cheater stress.
Bold courage, strength unlimited,
harmony, songs, volition for life.
Good luck, be friendly, brave,
you, the groom, so wonderful,
you, the bride, dazzling glorious.
Sing “The Long Road” to them:
“On the long road and the night moonlit,
with the song that’s flying, ringing far-off,
Yes, with that old seven-stringed one,
that had tormented me so much at nights.”
Only the end of the world
A black hole absorbs,
a plague is out of the blue,
or lava heats forever,
a glacier covers the Earth,
a dumb comet splits it,
or radiation widely spreads,
a global flood or warming
strikes – only they
will bring our love to a stand.
The only moment of doomsday
will dim your lovely name,
THAT only moment.
The morning crowns you
A poppy valley’s
red,
the sun glow’s
orange,
a wheat field’s
yellow,
far off woods’
green,
a gift of the sky’s
blue,
a cornflower secret’s
dark blue,
a lark silhouette’s
purple
create a rainbow,
glare
as a crown
above your head.
An awkward moment
So many virtues
of your fiery temper
call for gratitude
and reciprocal feelings,
that I got confused
in front of you.
Only your love
as a guiding star
helped me overcome
awkwardness
and say thanks to your
unfailing love,
well, to you because
you and love were one.
Summer cottage… evening…
A waltz of lilacs,
a longing of cane,
a haze of cherries
twine into the cool
of the evening,
coloring my wait
into turquoise.
I wish you’d come
sooner…
Family love
Away from the cradle,
you stretched your hands
still emitting an odor
of our little one,
dragged me away
into the recliner,
and through inertia
began rocking to sleep.
We fell asleep
hugging like this,
heart to heart.
Workaday life amused
Not an artist,
you painted weekdays
in light oils.
Not a designer,
you compelled workdays
look stylishly.
Not a sorcerer,
you amused workaday
life with festivities.
Music loves you
Your ego knows
when to put on clothes
of days, nights, legends,
nations, centuries, mountains,
lagoons and jungles.
Your