There are the small bridges,The tiny and the huge ones -Giving their shoulders to ride on.May be - modest, beautiful - may be,And may be - the humpbacked bridges, though.They are born to work in such a hard way,That will make a...

On reaching the goal, escaped from the fire,Hardly beaten, still living, I've entered my home.And what shall I say? Thank you, people, who are nowWith me, and to those - who not - for my lot.And thank you, all the traitors - I'm today...

They say: there's no such love in real!They say: live so, as the others do live!You may have tried to earn the unexisting man,And, thus, you are mischieving the others and yourself!They say: you're sad for nothing, don't be fool, eat some...

Я вспоминаю, как с тобой когда-то шли,Деля любовь, которая казалась вечной,Луна светила нам двоим,Показывая в будущее путь беспечный...Однако, что-то изменилось вдруг,И разомкнулся рук твоих столь прочный круг.И просыпаюсь я от...

Ах, крошка, что же вижу я в глазах?Огни взлетающего самолета!Постой! Я слишком напряжен пока,Зайду я как-нибудь попозже.Ты все взяла: и золото, и серебро,Каменьев драгоценных груду...Все, что имело сердце, для того,Чтобы пр...

You live and without the fate in your mind...A wolf doesn't have a simple being:Last day he was able to press others, butToday he is exiled from pack, and severely.The blind puppies there behind the leader's backWere sharpening fan...

My soul, being core of a sinful earth,Was captived by a restless power dwell,You're pined away by need of a spirit moth,You spend your treasure for the outer paint.A short-time visitor, why do you pay so muchFor house, taken into l...

The mossy marble of the regal tombsWill disappear earlier than words,In which I had your pretty image stored,No any dust would stick to it for more.Then let the war overturns the statue,A mutiny crashes the work of mason,But le...

I like your eyes. They are caressing me, Forgetying all, with a genuine pity.As friend rejected, buried within,As sadness, to a black colour fitted.Believe that sunshine doesn't suit to faceOf the early, though grey-haired, east,...

I wrote on the devil's board,And on the leaflets of the faded fans,And on the river sand, or of the ocean,With skates on ice, with ring on glass, -And also on trunks, aged to the hundred winters,At last, - for everybody's learning!...