Poems in English: about everything
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The sun shines brightly – a bright star, Month shines at night – the yellow moon.
Stars in night flicker – lighting up a way, Planets in a row rose – the Milky Way.
Rest and freedom there – love and serenity, Calm of soul – the beautiful creature.
There a rest star – souls balance, Going on the Milky Way – in a space distance.
There rest and love – there time goes differently, There the best the world – rest there and silence.
There the Milky Way of love – rest, silence, Fine – pure beauty.
Rest arrivals – beauty of love, the Star blinking – smother calm.
Love to all – love of fine, my Love – love (NOT) terrestrial.
About family
The woman is beautiful – to a flower the woman – a similar scarlet rose is similar, beautiful!
The woman – a flower of a bud, a morning dawn is beautiful, the woman – in love uncontrollable Is beautiful.
About! – the woman – the beloved wife!
My daughter is beautiful – she is not fault, my daughter Is beautiful – it is clean.
My daughter is beautiful – she is loved, beautiful my daughter – the prankish it.
On the night of the appointment she escaped – next morning in a hem the child, brought,
You still the child – my child, You in a hem a dress – the child brought.
Mother will give advice to you – she is an adviser yours, It your friend – your defender.
It is an ally yours – she is only a mother.
It will console us always – and only itself without joys, At the cemetery to see a grave she – the son's gravestone.
That having accepted battle – he was killed by the sniper of a rifle, It a breast passed it – the soldier, the son, the patriot.
For mothers and wives, fathers and sons – for the homeland.
He is our hero – the forgotten feat, Only mother remembers one its act.
Our defender he – he is our hero, It the homeland the defender – the hero.
The son it the people – it is a defender.
The father – the owner of the center, It is the wife's husband – he is my parent.
He is a person of family – he is our father, It is our mother – the keeper of the center of fire.
All of us are family – the kindred blood.
Feast
Plague feast – in health of plague, the Nature of our plague life.
Our feast – madness mad, our world to plague obedient.
All of us are sick – are sick with plague infectious, Plague gets of us the best.
All of us are sick – plague infectious, we call its money.
In them happiness our-our ruin, In them our force – death.
In plague of a money of a Flood, In plague green their equivalent.
Silence
Stars of the Milky Way – our way in outer darkness light up, there Are we in a gloom of night, a star rain.
Under a sky of lacteal night – they float in a gloom night, Flicker – in a moonlight of night.
Stars, in the field night – colors of the moon, Wild orchids of the moon – flowers night, Stars in night – mothers lands flicker.
Wild orchids of silence.
Rain – the prankish, poured at night, Clouds at the night of a star extinguished.
The moon went out – turn off a moonlight, In the field of silence wild orchids – in love of night calm.
The silence – calm of rest serene, At rest of souls human – rest serene is fine.
The moon prankish it, gives Us joy loving.
Stars flicker – month shines, the Comet flies there.
In calm night – in a gloom of night, our Nadezhda there and calm.
Wind
The sun left because of clouds – a rainbow in the sky, Clean air around – clouds in the sky.
Wind is fast – ha it is a rascal – drives clouds quickly, Rapidity of wind howl – a rustle of leaves to Pe~na.
The prankish wind after the district whistles, it teases Trees.
Foliage – trees a joy rustle, not grief rustles.
Wind is strong, he howls, breaks Trees, at the sea lifts a storm – a storm.
Heats it jarred on, in oblivion of calm, Rest and love – beauty of humble silence.
City of a dream
My light – the hometown, my Light – the city gold.
My light – the city a zolotist, my Light – the city is florid.
He is beautiful – my city, He is beautiful – your city.
It is loved – he is beautiful, Calm – rest in it.
It is beautiful to live you will not forbid – in my city, Here differently is – in the hometown.
You are rich or poor – not very well here, Rest and silence – are not present a lie here.
Where it is the city mine?
Only it in my dream – not here.
There is no lie – there all are equal, There the calm and a smooth surface – there wait for us.
Fall
Love, the rustle of a leaf fall is fine, Love, you will find a pacification here.
Beauty of love, and a rustle of yellow leaves, Souls a pacification you will find here.