The tops of the sky ripen.
Legends of the Highlanders, an ancient tale,
Over the sea, the songs legends sing.
We agree on the views
We agree on the views,
You are sixteen, you are in a hurry to become an adult.
And I’m in my thirties, with a gray near.
Me, girl, young.
With a sly look cast carelessly
Meet my tired look.
And next, matured, it is important
You say to me: – Hello! – And I’m glad.
As alms, I did not expect a smile,
And I did not catch a glimpse.
But suddenly yours are like petals of a sponge
With me everywhere, and I’m glad.
And I meet again with a smile,
And, “Hello!” – Tell me the same as yesterday,
And I am ready to call you a dove,
You, that my youth has saved.
Kiev Sea
Clouds roam over the plain of the Sea,
In the wild wickedness, Waves argue with the Wind,
Float rises higher
Play with a cloud in the sky, but do not hear
Clouds Waves stubborn aspiration.
Only see the evil unrest.
Tired of the Sea of Waves.
Anger turned here into a kiss.
Love poured along the banks.
Humbled their argument here and there.
The Golden Sun shone,
Smiled Sea Sky is blue.
I ran after the sun
Behind the Sun, I ran:
– Stop! – screamed.
But time is not to curb.
Sun began to run away.
I grabbed a ray of gold,
I shout to him: – Wait! Wait!
Stop and rest!
And the heat you sweep away!
But continuing your flight,
Said the Sun, in turn:
– I’ll stay and then
There will never be morning.
The night will be replaced by darkness.
And forever, forever will be so!
– Oh, the Sun, keep flying!
May the sunrise be yours!
