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I love abstract thinking,
I love rising decline of beauty fine creation!
Sunshine – scarlet petals its creation!
Perfectly and with calm here.
Souls rests, pleasure,
Souls rests, pacification,
Souls rests, relaxation,
Last beams of a sunset sun.
About love to
The love is beautiful without the rest!
The love is beautiful as spring!
Love, it is red souls rustling of a leaf fall!
Love, it rising sun of gold!
Great chancellor
The great chancellor who is he such is?
Dictatorship it, master of destinies.
He the power, the law, it is the tsar of misters,
It in each person, angry it is fate.
Everything in only it is the Lord – paper god.
We are driven to it, without remembering anything sacred.
We cherish it and we hate for one.
He is a god ours, the master of destinies.
Whom is he appointed? Us, people,
It is sealed by the power.
Where without it not to pass, not to get to without it anywhere.
It the power and pain, all in only it paper.
He is the master of destinies, it only simple paper.
Ship ghost
The ship on waves, the ship from fog floats.
The ship on waves, the ship quiet and peaceful floats.
We lie there are no people, in it there is a rest,
The ship from fog.
It is a ghost only of rest of the person.
It only dream of rest, silent noise of a sea surf.
And future storm, sky багрово
The ship ghost, in storm winds.
It floats on waves.
Ship ghost, silent and late.
It is serene, the ship ghost.
It is only fog, a circle only one calm.
The ship ghost, it is happy.
He is happy and is serene,
It floats on waves.
Rest it ours, ship ghost,
Rest it ours, and quiet sleep.
Curtains, storm, ship ghost,
There is it to a storm, there is no rest to it.
Who is he? Ship ghost?
Hope it, it our pipe dreams.
In hope storm, in love storm,
He is beautiful the ship ghost,
In fog of our pipe dream.
Dream
The dream is fine!
The dream is awful?
The dream is beautiful and fine!
Dream all!
Dream always!
About! – the person the romantic!
The thunderstorm rattles, the sky is gloomy,
The lightning beauty sparkled!
The rain, fine weather pours!
Everything comes to life, all earth sings,
Begi
Flower leaf, it comes to life,
Mushrooms grow in the wood.
Peals of a thunder, lightning blow,
The beauty it, it is fine!
In calculation of petals, begi
In silvery rainbows multi-colored and playful,
Begi
The thunder and luminescence of a scarlet dawn, fight is going,
The thunderstorm a katyusha beats, and the artillery goes forward,
On mortal fight, for mothers of children and wives.
In it anything, only emptiness,
In it death and grief only one,
In it death notifications only one,
In it tears of mothers, only one pain.
But they did not break us, could not,
We fought back them.
For tears of mothers, for our murdered sons,
We won, that bloody fight.
There passed years, but we did not forget them,
The sons and daughters who gave lives on that war.
To bloody fight of two people,
To cruel fight in bloody medley, a copper.
Our spirit, they did not break us,
Our anger, it was cruel.
To bloody and Mortal Kombat,
To bloody fight of death contrary to.
Thank you! Thanks veterans,
Thank you for our happiness,
Thank you for everything.
About an infinite way
The sun shines brightly – a bright star,
Month shines at night – the yellow moon.
Stars in night flicker – lighting up a way,
Planets in a row rose – the Milky Way.
Rest and freedom there – love and serenity,
Calm of soul – the beautiful creature.
There a rest star – souls balance,
Going on the Milky Way – in a space distance.
There rest and love – there time goes differently,
There the best the world – rest there and silence.
There the Milky Way of love – rest, silence,
Fine – pure beauty.
Rest arrivals – beauty of love,
Stars blinking – smother calm.
Love to all – love fine,
My love – love (NOT) terrestrial.
About family
The woman is beautiful – to a flower it is similar,
The woman – a similar scarlet rose is beautiful!
The woman – a flower of a bud, a morning dawn is beautiful,
The woman – in love uncontrollable is beautiful.
About! – the woman – the beloved wife!
My daughter is beautiful – she is not fault,
My daughter is beautiful – she is clean.
My daughter is beautiful – she is loved,
My daughter – the prankish she is beautiful.
On the night of the appointment she escaped – for the morning in a hem brought the child,
You still the child – my child,
You in a hem a dress – the child brought.
Mother will give advice to you – she is an adviser yours,
It your friend – your defender.
It is an ally yours – she is only a mother.
It will console us always – and only itself without joys,
At the cemetery to see a grave she – the son's gravestone.
That having accepted battle – he was killed by the sniper of a rifle,
It a breast passed it – the soldier, the son, the patriot.
For mothers and wives, fathers and sons – for the homeland.
He is our hero – the forgotten feat,
Only mother remembers one its act.
Our defender he – he is our hero,
It the homeland the defender – the hero.
The son it the people – it is a defender.
The father – the owner of the center,
He is the wife's husband – he is my parent.
He is a person of family – he is our father,
She is our mother – the keeper of the center of fire.
All of us are family – the kindred blood.
Feast
Plague feast – in health of plague,
Nature of our plague life.
Our feast – madness mad,
Our world to plague of obedient.
All of us are sick – are sick with plague infectious,
Plague gets of us the best.
All of us are sick – plague infectious,
We call its money.
In them our happiness – our ruin,
In them our force – death.
In plague of a money of a Flood,
In plague of their green equivalent.
Silence