Verses in English: about everything. Дмитрий Георгиевич Боррони
summer, Spring of Rozhn!
Beauty of the nature surround us,
They are beautiful!
In love, breath joyful luminescence of a human soul!
About! – As we are not fair to you, the nature mother;
We poison and we destroy life your, your and our life.
You are mother of all on this evil planet,
You are our mother, you are mother of the earth, you are our mother!
I love, I love, I love you.
I love you, fine purity of soul,
I love you, fine full purity,
Love air, not terrestrial,
Love water, transparent true purity of soul!
Russia
Russia is wide! Your open spaces are big!
I love you with all the heart!
Fine, true purity.
Beauty of a meadow, field and river,
Beauty fine woods!
Streams, prankishes they murmur,
Are fine and clean.
Fields, meadows, the woods are dense, the sun gold is radiant,
To evening dawn rustle foliage,
Rest and withering, silences.
Dawn of love, rising beams sun,
Love fine, dawn of new life.
All wake up around, trees, birds, animals,
All a song sing matins, fine matins of a dawn.
Love, fine they sing,
Love to a home.
Beauty fine, purity of soul!
To love of beautiful mother of soul.
We eulogize our home,
We love our earth without it прикрас.
Our house, our wood, fields and rivers,
We love them, for that, about is.
About love to
I love fine – I love all live!
I love creation – I love art!
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,
Beginning of new life awakening.
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, beginning of new life.
In silvery rainbows multi-colored and playful,
Beginning of new life.
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.
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