More gold from the trees not all fallen, The branches outside scrape against the glass. The birds in the gardens have long branched off, The reeds dried on the stakes. Thick mists cling to the house, White

Vanity us wants to distance – it's her shoulder, shoulder between us. We do not accept your retinue, because the fire of love is not extinguished. From the steep mountains down into the valley, steps move

Listen, fate, how the soul cries, No one wants to hear that scream. Lover only one its met, But for some reason it has long been forgotten. Come, my love, heal me, Although the young summer has already

And when I find the sea in you! And when I find comfort in you! I think I'll forget the grief with you, I, perhaps, not d know with you evils! I'm surprised at the sunset, You will dream when the stars

I was looking at you You have a faded look And with eyes your more not shines the fire You become like a stranger You from of mourning occupies drunken And I want to go to you again and again As if lost

Then Lily of the valley bloomed And the nightingales were not silent. Spring was luxurious, There were years when they loved. The stars poured on the sides, I made a wish - not everything came true. Because

I love the sea beats on the rocks The sand on the coast is Golden A playful wind,the sun laughs A landscape from the ocean of my dreams. And suddenly someone will say: "Boy, come to your senses!»

Eyes color of the sky, In them the entire soul your. Nothing else, You're the only one for me. If you fall into the " abyss", It's only with you. Just don't do anything, When you're not with

I look at the stars that fly into space And like you see in the sky two of dawn. From the skies they blink like eyes, That so long not had a dream about me. From the skies they blink like eyes, That so

The first snow fell without a body Star-shaped crystals to the ground. Seemed: we with you in unique dream, In fering connected snjm circle. Winged snow with love first arrived, This incredibly gentle

It happens this love: It's like a Nightingale song She does not tolerate prohibitions, To the heart of a loving sweeps. It's a wonderful feeling, In the life of a lover - a holiday. Is it life without

You've become the rain. The only in heart of agony Washed away, you with bodies fatigue, not spared. In my hands, you kissed the fragrant herbs. In the night the mouth was burning wild pain. And dreams

And silence broke the glass and shattered the walls... Words endured in lethargic sleep. It so happened that the dumb still walk shadows, Unable to banish the past, no. Obsessive entwined legacy of the

I have you, and why not close? That's almost close, only a hand stretch. In the arms of a drowning languages girl I wish I didn't understand one thing. How can you leave so fast, To fall like an arrow

I think so. Love you. There's not enough air in my chest. This is a strange feeling, hot, My eyes are burning and my heart is racing. *You, as if the sun, released on the morning! I want to dance with

You find cyclones on the map., Rostropovich different fronts, You put a pencil to your temple. – How can I take my eyes off you ? You're a weatherman – you have a job To provide shower and fog, And your

Many in our language, the word nice, And in the soul, sin is heavy like a donkey: Why am I educated and courteous, Parents said a few warm words? In those harsh postwar years As if not until tenderness

Go nuts and hope live and you and her soul. She's gone., and you are the dream of my. The one that illuminated the summer enriches with new feelings, and flies sometimes at night haven't forgotten, and

Love is a sweet moment, Rapidly so flies, From the look of your To the way, in my opinion. Love is a bowstring, And arrows in it – miracles, That burn of the heart, You and me. Love is a river of desires,

You saved me, even though you don't know it. Old now I told firmly "No!» You're not my hero yet, and you don't know your soul. And you give a sound to my thin string. You haven't even said half a