Sergey Semyonov - To be able of keeping silence...The wind is chasing the clouds, shaking the sky,It smells a little of anxiety, a little of rain.You never told me: "You are my best love and guy".You taught me to keep silence...

Умчалось детство без следа(перевод с украинского)День летний августа поник,Прошло с тех пор немало лет,Разрезал воздух детский крик,Так появился я на свет.И знала точно моя мать -Я не один, я только брат,И мир готов...

Let the Big Sky lay into the morn handbreadth,Let the tears’ streams fall into the dawn:Many silent days and many silent years,Many silent Moons - all languished under the snow.Let the downpours drop with the echo sounds,Smiling at...

Like a swan with a broken wing cries so wistfully to the star,As smoldering and smoking coal gets in capture of Arkar’s sky,So me, who has bailed out pain, sway, not knowing where to stay,While me pouring the soul dismay by the wine and the tu...

Like a swan with a broken wing cries so wistfully to the star,As smoldering and smoking coal gets in capture of Arkar’s sky,So me, who has bailed out pain, sway, not knowing where to stay,While me pouring the soul dismay by the wine and the tu...

The turning...City. Street. And wide extensions Multiply the lightly steps.House twelve. The crossing spaces. White Cat, as the blizzard trace.One from left, from right anotherWho return to home luck.Day is fluent. Some...

The turning...City. Street. And wide extensions Multiply the lightly steps.House twelve. The crossing spaces. White Cat, as the blizzard trace.One from left, from right anotherWho return to home luck.Day is fluent. Some...

The limping fate...He lost his unbelieving in to love: Trying to grasp the other sacraments,Forgot “Maria” – tender name above,And other best events.The blood was flowing down the spikes:If he could go back in crazy days,...

The limping fate...He lost his unbelieving in to love: Trying to grasp the other sacraments,Forgot “Maria” – tender name above,And other best events.The blood was flowing down the spikes:If he could go back in crazy days,...

К землеЛюбовь коснулась губ,Я сладость ощутил,Мне показалось, вдруг,Я в воздух воспарил. Но сладость я пресёк,Вдруг, мускуса поток,С вершин лозы потёк,Как будто терпкий сок.Боль ощутил своей,-Так жимолос...