In the passion, of passion, passion.
The evening has come again
Silence enveloped.
In the sounds of the voice came to life
Your voice of love.
The river he splashed.
Purred a trickle.
I, as if all was waiting
Since cute meeting secretly.
And set off to look
The voice is quiet and sad.
Timidly wait at dusk
Listen to the rustle of mystery.
Twilight generously gave
Stars sky, to dream.
And treated me
Moon ray sighted.
And I found love
In the lunar white decoration.
And not for good reason went to the call
With the Moon Beam we can see each other.
But she did not call,
But she did not come.
Only myth it was.
In life has become different.
On the sandy shore
On the sandy shore,
By the river, on the tubercle.
I am the watchman, and hold fugitives
On a silver chain.
And the fugitive is Thought
And the chain – the thoughts in the syllable,
And sand is a syllable meaning,
Well, and the watchman, a drop in the sea.
Mermaid
I saw a slim Mermaid.
And for a long time admiring the beauty
Because of the bush, so as not to offend,
Her chiseled young nudity.
Eyes, the purest blue of heaven,
Pensively looked into the depths.
It seemed in a fairy tale I was in a wonderful country
What a pity that I am not attached to her.
And feeling a glance upon oneself,
She, worried, suddenly left.
Into the depths of the lake behind something
Diving like a fish, swam away.
Dialogue
“Do you believe in dreams?”
– Oh no! Sometimes, though
