Philosophy of Love. V. SpeysЧитать онлайн книгу.
I saw everything in the green of the oak,
And I heard your singing voice.
I hear voice the spring,
I recognized him in the rustle of foliage.
From my fairy tale he may be inspired,
That light breeze from Spring.
I recognized you in everything
I recognized you in everything:
In the glow of the sun golden
In the exact harmony of birches,
In the crystal droplets of thunderstorms.
She lived only in the heart of reality
You sang, echoing the nightingale.
In the clear silence of the night
I met with you alone.
In the moonlight you came,
By the surface of the lake floated.
Canoe magical with Silence
They introduced with you to me.
But in the morning it was time.
The sky is already near dawn.
And the Night leaves us in a hurry,
And Canoe with you runs away.
Then I rush him.
I grab the prow… I stand alone.
I sometimes had a dream like that.
And so, I met with you.
And you only lived in it,
And I was lonely in the afternoon.
But by chance, in reality,
I recognize your myth in you.
That voice that rings in the creek.
Now I am attracted to you.
In the eye of the lake to look.
Dip your eyes in them.
Birch slender torso.
And you’re a hot kiss to,
May the world suddenly become a living myth
And the sun’s ray, your warmth.
And the sky with pure dawn.
And we met together with you…
Meet with Love, with you
I recognized you in everything:
In the glow of the sun in gold,
In the exact harmony of birches,
In the crystal droplets of dew.
But by chance, in reality,
I recognize your myth in you.
That voice that rings in the creek.
Now I am attracted to you.
In the eyes of the lake to look.
In the eyes, lakes drown.
Birch slender hug…
And a hot kiss to…
So that the World suddenly became a living myth,
And the sun’s ray, your warmth.
Like heaven, with a pure dawn,
Meet with Love, with you…
But still
Terrible, terrible Chimera boredom,
Worse than the solitude of the hand.
And yet there is no separation in the world,
A boredom grind flour.
And the beautiful world will flourish again
With the rising of the sun’s rays.
And the day will be replaced by a clear,
And the burning look of your eyes.
Rose smiled at dawn
Rosa smiled at dawn,
Like a girl, smile flower.
I saw her in the radiant light
In the caressing arms of the breeze.
Beads shone drops of dew
On delicate petals.
To myself lured branches, braids,
Curly curls leaf.
Quietly Ray, mischievous boy,
Sneaked up to Rosa and lit the dew.
On the neck of thin beads flashed,
Sorceress, giving beauty.
And before me arose from Rosa Fairy,
In her grandeur of pure beauty!
The smile of the flower, alley,
So smiled rose, like you.
Dawn in the forest
Morning fog lay down
In the lowlands and meadows.
Cool nights he kept
In fragrant sleeps stacks.
The forest over the river in silence froze,
Peaks of breathing.
And dusk through the woods wandered,
And the mystery was near.
Dawn in the forest caught me.
In the glow of gold,
Sunrise fire was already burning.
With the beam “spoke” then.
Here the beam touched the blue
And flooded the sky with light.
And the forest, waking from silence,
Suddenly, by singing birds he answered.
And finally, at his feet, he fell.
Trembling on the green grass.
The mist from the lowlands gray drove
And turned around in the afternoon fun.
Rain
Noisy Rain sings to me outside the window,
Lulling middle of the day, out of place:
– You forget the sweet dream…
And wets the leaves.
– Thou don’t flatter the to me rain,
Thou of fields of flowers and gardens,
To make them better bloom,
And in the gardens stood shoots.
But rain stubborn noisy pours
And the song is brought to the end.
What does he sing his song about?
Let