Under the window bird cherry sways
Omitting their petals,
Across the river the familiar voice is heard,
Yes nightingales sing all night.
Across the river the familiar voice is heard,
Yes nightingales sing all night.
Oh song, the song nightingale,
To what are you for the life you take,
After all, love is a long path,
A little behind - and did you reach.
After all, love is a long path,
A little behind - and did you reach.
And you reach, happiness does not inhale,
From embracing hot, love,
Then let the bird cherry sways
And nightingales sing all night.
Then let the bird cherry sways
And nightingales sing all night.
How sweet to sleep before dawn ...
Do not interrupt him ... I pray ...
Another dawn wanders somewhere
Among the stars of the night ... she is in captivity
Love drunk, kissing the wind ...
I sleep ... but caress warmed
Your relatives and gentle eyes ...
Ah, those hands ... those lips ...
Please ... do not ... not now ...
But - Lift up your hearts fly a duet!
A drop of drink wine excitement ...
Without leaving the world of dreams,
I fall into the river of oblivion
And rushes to the light of the stars,
Not finding anywhere salvation
On the lips, burning skin,
Numb hands with passion -
Stubborn, strong, careful ...
And there is no piercing separations ...
There's me and you ... And - perhaps!
Drink again love, dawn and joy ...
Is Red sky band ...
Flowing wet fatigue
In your eyes enthusiastic ...
... And fly to the sun -
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29.01.04 (06.10)
? Copyright: Tatiana Krasouskaya Murmansk, 2004
Certificate publication №104020700007
Bloomed under the window rose tea,
And it fell off the petals.
Our meeting with you is not random
We accidentally saved from boredom.
I walked in uninvited guest you,
With a wind bringing change,
And you fell flower canted,
Wanting nothing in return.
My sweet, passionate, tender,
How else do I call you?
Calm my heart myatezhnoё.
I did not catch up with the former.
All my life I razlineyal on the cell,
Schedule hanging in the corner,
But, suddenly snapped a thin twig
Rose tea on the south wind.
March-April 1992.
? Copyright: Paul Teslenko, 2008
Certificate publication №108042003566
Moved, faded, flown
My youth prank and trembling.
I see you failed,
Maybe I was not too good.
Your name I'm trying to forget.
Do not you my long, not mine.
Lonely wandering vagabond
Anyone about anything not praying.
I would be migratory birds,
Fly to irrevocable distance,
Wherever erased from the memory of a person,
Where would last was not sorry
Where there is no envy, black eye,
No ambition, no meanness ...
But I'm flying in a fit of ecstasy
Moth to flashing lights.
That's not the deserted garden light,
That is not the light of the day tired.
Me there is absolutely no need to
My wings are afraid of fire.
Takes us crazy fiesta,
Famously turns throwing on the floor.
Do not you my wife, not the bride,
I do not climb under your skirt.
Not jealous of you, not the whole,
No pain, no wear on the hands,
Silk caress not naked,
Not lying, happy, in the legs.
We're far apart,
As two different poles of the earth,
All bear somewhere in a circle
From what could not understand.
And for the umpteenth time renouncing
Surrender, but even so loving.
Your name I'm trying to forget.
Do not you my long, not mine.
January 7, 1998.
? Copyright: Paul Teslenko, 2008
Certificate publication №108042101980
Over fields, over the sleepy dales
Winds light blue smoke,
Pulls with fragrant pine resin ...
And falls on the heart at rest.
My dear motherland quiet
All the more freedom you still louder.
Anyone who did not like so, like,
I was yours, and now nobody.
A new day lay on the red seal.
Years erased not all. I remember
That distant time beautiful,
Those people that loved me.
I remember our old house on the outskirts,
Blue shutters, hewn log cabin;
Strawberries in the forest on the clearing,
With kisses her mother's lips.
Something sad nevyzrevshie flooded.
In memory surfaced again in the evening ...
Well how many years have passed since that time?
And everything seems - like yesterday.
14.10.2008.
? Copyright: Paul Teslenko, 2008
Certificate publication №108101504575
I run barefoot on the carpet,
I hear the voice of the native away ...
Kind look in a rustic window -
This is you in your bright scarf ...
I wait for inspiration childhood
And eyes that understand and forgive ...
Back to our house - warm
And you again hug ...
Pain - guttering candle sadness,
You left my dreams in the morning ...
Your album - leaf through the memory of the heart ...
Would you like some tea you brew?
Bring a delicious cake and jam,
Fed, satiated, laughing ...
Forever - You are my consolation!
I love thee infinitely ...
09.01.04 (21.40)
? Copyright: Tatiana Krasouskaya Murmansk, 2004
Certificate publication №104011000001
