Earthly beauty A song about blackbirds singing in spring, Will sound when again their trills, Love to sing about the beauty of the earth, At least the thrushes haven't arrived yet. Sounds filled with forests,

Cold breath The fall came at the right, Soon hit the frost, Spinning in the dance of leaves, Gold poured birch. The wind sings sadly Songs about the cold of winter, It's raining continuously, Clouds, as

White winter Snow winter scattered fluffy, The soul was not able to cool the cold, And shines hoarfrost silver, Like a petal of a magic rose. No more beautiful winter gift, Though winter, spring reigns

Meeting in the morning The sky is overcast with smoke Among the thick clouds, Glad to see the beautiful picture, As if from fairy dreams. Sunlight breaks through the barrier, Heat will be the earth, The

Late autumn Roulades have osvistali nightingales, Long to the South with the Chicks flew, And the winds song had his, And soon the snow rustling Blizzard. Emerald grass withered, And the leaves on the

The sun and the moon Bright sun went down, Disappeared quickly very, Day with him stole, To begin the night. Narrow light Crescent moon The sky decorates, And all the stars are visible, Lovingly Shine.

Happiness from beauty At the dawn of a good mood, No daily routine commotion, Observe a nice birthday, When he comes from the darkness. Stars your glitter lose, And burns like fire, dusk, The sun's rays

The first snow And behind a window again winter Autumn is replaced by gold. Fallen leaves mess Loses confidence of the past. Turns yellow with faded amber The extinct gleam of gilding. Flowers in their

See the world I like the glow of dew, Ladybug miracle on the grass, The soul is always kind of beauty, I like to watch magic pictures. Like a mirror, the river stretches, And quietly powerful for, It run,

Gold water It was dark, the sky Golden Opened the dome over the water, Water long awaited rest, Waited, became gold. Bathed stars, as girls, Beauty pleasing to the eye, But the wind ran to the side, And

Beauty Already all described in the verses of their, The pen has touched the heart and soul, Again dictates me a new verse, And hear in the range of sounds of his ears. Bees swarm in may, And gulls proudly

Grape I won't regret the roses, Faded with light spring; I love the grapes on the vines, In the hands ripe under the mountain, The beauty of my valley of cereal, Joy of autumn Zlata, Oblong and transparent,

No, I don't care about the rebellious delight… No, I don't care about the rebellious delight, A sensual delight, a madness, a frenzy, Wailing, the cries of bacchantes young, When vias in my arms smia,

I know the edge is there on Brega… I know the edge is there on Brega Solitude of the sea splashing; Rosy where the sun shines On the scorched meadows; Oak trees not in sight-steppe naked Above the sea

Poems written at night during insomnia I can't sleep, no fire; Everywhere the gloom and dream boring. The clock is only one-tone Is dealt near me, Parks Indian the babbling, Sleeping night flutter, Life

Driven by rock's autocracy Driven by rock's autocracy Far from the lush Moscow, I will remember with the participation of The place where you bloom. Capital noise disturbs me; Always sad in it I live -

Toward her In sad idleness I forgot the lyre, Imagination never flared up in dreams, With the gifts of youth, my genius flew away, And the heart slowly hlalele closed. You again I called on the days of

The Answer Is F. T. No, she's not a Circassian; But in the valleys of Georgia from the century This virgin did not come down From the gloomy heights of mount Kazbek. No, not agate in her eyes. , But all

In Attendance Of love, of hope, of quiet glory Not long undead us deception, Disappeared youthful fun, Like a dream, like morning mist; But in us is ablaze still desire to; Under the yoke of power fatal

How sweet!.. but, gods, as dangerously… How sweet!.. but, gods, as dangerously You to listen, and to see your cute eyes!.. Whether I will forget a smile, a look fine And the fire, the magic conversation!