I wanna be Venitian gondolier – poetry and fine art - страница 6
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Go back home but door is locked
I am thirsty – you my fate
Light to light but it’s too late
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Hello Breeze, let’s break the ice
Who blows the horn in the night
I walk up hill and down dale there
The stars are dancing everywhere
I’ll catch a glimpse of you again
There is no joy without alloy
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Light path – yet we are apart
Let’s find each other in a dream
It’s silly of me to fell in love to ye
Yet ’tis a whisper thru the breeze
We gaze intently in the future
And never ever see the fates…
Aleksandr Glukhov. The eyes of old age.
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I only feel your beating heart
And contemplate the vision
This light in memory in bliss
I never see beloved beauty
Black rings we must put on
Till last of the day I think of ye
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One of the voices inside heart
As fast as a hare I must run, yet
At haphazard I’ve seen you
Beyond the sea I lived with you
There will be triumph and ecstasy
But hunting for longer without ye
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Forehead to forehead and a kiss
We wanna take control of time
Thee disappeared from my sight
Let’s fly across the sky together
Do for oneself and kiss again
Through happy glee we’ll die…
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Ever since you are is gone forever
There is a time of pensive days
But we still fight for lovely dream
Amongst the warmongers I live
So much a shower of rain all day
There is no kiss with love again
Aleksandr Glukhov. Composition 2070 or a white abyss.
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If you dance you must sing songs
There is no will, there is no life
Yet only zeal without light of ye
You shall learn howl in the night
And dream and sleep again…
We gonna stride in reverie
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Together we are sweetly yawning
Stretching, kissing so much love
Yet night is long… with passion
You’ve got much lust for beguin
Yummy dream – eternal friends
So hot obsession but apart…
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Attractive heart inside your eyes
There is no love for my affection
Beside the Milky Way I dream
Ye are so simple – my perfection
There is myself of many, only one
But there’re of many, lives apart…
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All lights was torn apart by ye
You have come down to me
Far from the deepest ancient
I was put into silence of the dark
Tough times have come
And I must drive to nowhere
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I didn’t taste much of your dream
Two hot affections must be one
Your heated glance wants fire
Too hot-red-crimson your desire
Yet both craving playing cards