LITMIR.BIZ

      Oh, if I were a queen,

      I would make you rich.

      From gold I would

      sprinkle with a kiss all loving.

      Oh, if I were a Gorgon,

      I would incinerate you.

      Eyes as greedy as a flame,

      I would devour loving.

      Oh, if I were a Madonna,

      I would idolize you.

      I prayed, languidly looking in your wake,

      Enslaving myself.

      Oh, if I were Minerva,

      I’d confuse your tracks.

      I couldn’t get out of captivity,

      and all paths would lead to me.

      Oh, if I were a Hazara,

      I would steal you away at night.

      And I would ride away without looking

      to love you in the steppe.

      You are Mine,

      by the stars and by the taste,

      аt least I won’t be able to come to you.

      Not Penelope, I’m an Earth Maiden.

      But I was able to wait for you,

      If you were on your way.

      A few months ago,

      where winter is only in the picture,

      a girl dreamed of love,

      as if everything was in a foggy haze.

      It is not difficult for her to love from afar,

      but sometimes, suddenly,

      as if from around the corner,

      Melancholy rolls up.

      There is sadness in her eyes,

      though there is a smile on her lips.

      In her dream, she is only happy

      with one who carefully looked into her soul.

      Оpened his arms, not afraid that it might

      not be necessary.

      She praises all the heavens for that,

      What is Love, Longing, Separation.

      After all, this is the only way

      she could understand,

      she is alive, and she really,

      really needs him.

      God sees what he has done,

      time does not sharpen the laws.

      He illuminated the path with light with love,

      sewed canons for us with conscience.

      Eternity is not destined for the worthy in vain,

      the choice is soul or body.

      You were born only for love,

      I believe in it boldly.

      God is boundless, the motive is beautiful,

      the truth always triumphs.

      How beautiful! And how pure!

      The image of the goddess rejoices.

      Sadness at work, problems in the family,

      only under the moon of dreams.

      How beautiful! Thank you!

      Your light has found its outlines.

      If I were a god in an empty world,

      embodying my image,

      I created a woman like you,

      always remembering your face.

      I want to open the window,

      and fly like a bird, far away.

      Where my darling lives,

      and it’s not easy for me to reach him.

      I will find you by the light

      that shines above you, my dear.

      This is your sign, because

      you are my angel.

      I will sing like a lark,

      and I will wake you gently, my dear.

      Only you hear me,

      recognize the virgin in the bird, dear.

      I am your beloved,

      and I want to be with you, my dear.

      You let me in, let me in,

      open your windows, my dear.

      Without you, I will be lost,

      in a world that is alien to me, dear.

      Nothing lasts forever under the moon,

      one of the classics said.

      I disagree, I object,

      I will give you advice from the heart.

      Don’t expect anything bad from life,

      you look for dignity and become yourself.

      To give them my heart forever

      with a confident soul.

      The second sage said,

      be afraid of your desires.

      And again I disagree with him.

      I’m not afraid of my dreams,

      they lead me like a thread.

      And those others who are afraid and think

      that life has no better benefits.

      I feel very sorry for them, because

      they throw out a white flag in advance.

      And only with the third I agree

      that time is our ally, not the enemy.

      Getting to know each other without a trace

      will help us only in this way,

      keeping us at a distance as a referee,

      not allowing us to get close.

      So who are they? The minds of the earth,

      who have already known pain,

      and we are fools, not understanding,

      stepping into the abyss ahead?

      I see it like this: whoever wants happiness,

      he must go to the worthy ones.

      I want so much! I wish so much!

      To find your own on the way!