Vivid dreams. Книга на 5 языках - страница 2

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with music we can dance for hours,
I look into your eyes…
They have so much of joy and happy,
love and fidelity, and passion:
the whole world is inside your eyes…
You smile to me with open arms,
I feel at home inside your hug.
I look into your eyes…
You know that days and years may pass.
The only thing remains unchanged:
the whole world is inside your eyes!

Fiery greetings

Salty warm drops of spray…
There is light in the grey.
That’s the orange sun drives.
The horizon makes bright.
From the sea a light breeze
Caresses palm trees.
The glass lies, heart-shaped stone,
Among shells on the shore.
From the colourful sky
The first ray of sunshine
Sends its fiery greetings
To the soft waves swishing.

In love with the sea

Who heard the whisper of the waves,
Who fell asleep with ocean noises,
Felt peace and freedom in his soul,
He’ll fall in love with the sea, I know.
The rumble of distant cities has ceased.
The water caresses gently like silk
Drawing whimsical patterns in the sand…
Just sea-green expanses, the salty scent…
Who heard the murmur of the sea,
How seagulls squawking, rustle of palm trees,
Felt the waves rolling down his feet,
I know, he will never forget the sea!

The clouds

What colour are the clouds?
And what if the outlines
Are right before the skyline,
Can you say, ’they are white’?
When sunrise or sunset,
The clouds are on fire.
A sun ray makes them rich,
Or paints them with pale pink.
Like a white-grey veil,
Mist descends from heaven.
The fog envelops seas,
Forests, cities, and fields.
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-Élysées…
«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 española,
Music like a river flowed.
La guitarra española
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