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Look at the horizon
When the sun is rising.
The hand of time paints clouds,
Mixing all the colours.
In Paris
I dream that I am in Paris.
The Eiffel Tower sparkles.
It is reflected in the windows
And in the showcases.
I dream of houses and streets,
Remember neatly trimmed trees
And the clouds under the sky…
«When will I see you?» – I cry!
I walk along Champs-Еlysеes…
«All this in a dream’, – you might say.
But again, and again, I see,
I am walking around Paris…
Madrid
My dear Madrid,
You’re alive in me
In the darkness of dreams,
Where are no miseries.
In me, you’re alive.
Reach me out from above,
From the darkness, like love
Breaks through to the life.
Querido Madrid,
My favorite city,
You are always with me!
Remembrance is heating.
Spanish guitar
La guitarra espa?ola,
Music like a river flowed.
La guitarra espa?ola
Told me all about her thoughts.
She sang songs about Espa?a
And about the real love…
Fingers danced and played so daring
Full of passion, full of life!
La guitarra espa?ola,
How I fell in love with you!
La guitarra espa?ola,
You alone – my destiny!
Dreams
When you
Can in a violin song
Recognize your soul…
As if somebody wrote the music
From your heart,
As if someone heard screaming
On your inside…
Yes, it is you, eyes closed,
You all surrender to the sounds…
And in the rhythm of rock
Your heart beats evenly.
Yes, you love life,
And you rejoice at happy drops
That fill up in a moment
Your eyes —
You cry…
From an excess of feelings…
Cause… No way to achieve the impossible!
Forgotten goals
Become so real in a dream
To the violin song…
In the chamber of dreams
In the city life noise
I will hear your voice.
The face among strangers.
Is it you, my angel?
That passionate gaze
of your amber eyes…
I remember hands, fingers…
We hug… The wind whispers:
«Turn to me, honey!»
Is it you behind me?
I looked around,
but there was no one.
Only me in the street
In the rustle of leaves…
It’s just me in the wind
In the chamber of dreams…
Again
He who was in love
will fall in love again,
cause the heart,
which has tasted passion,
wants to touch these feelings once again
and to restore freedom to his feelings…
Catch the moment
Catch the moment,
If a chance is arising.
Never forget —
You cannot know everything.
Buy a ticket
To your favourite place —
A self-present
When you lose your balance.
Just say «Yes»
When you need to say that.
Change the world,
Starting with yourself.
Forget the words,
That have already been said.
Catch the moment
Every single day!
Dawn
A pink sunrise meets the azure sky,
The skyline covered with the pale haze.
It is eye-catching: a pink snow lies
On the mountain peaks far away.
The wind rustles in the crowns.
And the crescent is still here.
In an amber dress, the sun is rushing
To catch up with the moon until it disappears.
A ray of sunshine chases dreams away from me.
The day comes in the golden dawn.
The dark shades away to the bird’s trills.
There’s not a cloud in the blue sky.
Secret
The wind blows in the darkness of the night.
Blue peaks are sleeping in a sweet shut-eye.
They wonder of a bright blue sky,
The golden sun of a summer dawn.
Are you sleeping, my dear, my love?
Do you see the mountain top?
Or do you look at the moon now?
Waiting for our date, dove?
Will the wind carry in the rustle of leaves
Words of love that I have whispered at night?
I entrust my secret to the faithful peace.
Will it touch your shoulders with a ray of light?
Cute features
Do you remember
Cute features of summer?
Lilac-pinkish dawns,
Warm rays of the sun,
A subtle skyline.
Do you remember
Sweet features of summer?
How we collect flowers.
In fragrant gardens
Juicy fruits ripen.
Do you remember
Nice features of summer?
Purple gold bonfires,
Streams murmur in silence,
The crescent glows in darkness.
Do you remember…
Impression
That was the initial impression…
A moment of complete sensation:
Your gaze instantly
Left no thought, only a feeling:
Concentration and relaxation,
And loneliness instead of solitude,
Instead of sleep, only wraiths, —
The soul is waiting for a meeting to rest.
