She's gone. But hyacynths were waiting,And hasn't waked the window's holes,In light folds of the shawl of womanThe silence in the night was blossoming.In slanting beams of evening dust -I know - you will come againTo captivate and...

In depth of the Siberian oresLet you keep both the pride and patience,Your mournful labour won't be lost,As well as your high thoughts in evidence.To grief, unhappiness a sister -The Hope - in a hollow dwell Will rise vivacity...

There'll be no one at home...Only twilight... And aloneThe winter day in window's holeWith the curtains opened all.Only flashes of wet snow,Quickly moving as white moss...Only roofs and only snow,And besides that no one more......

I was confused, but joyful rather.Your dark silk teased me so much.When heavy curtain has falled down,And moved apart - the theatre broke up.With a living fire of the stage ringWe were divided, and a musicEnflamed and thus transfor...

Не исчезайсл. А.Вознесенскогомуз. М.Таривердиева--Don't disappear.Words by A.VoznesenskyMusic by M.Tariverdiev1. Don't disappear...You're ever in me...Don't disappear for a minute, for half an hour.You'l...

On quiet lanes for many yearsThe steps are heard - my friends are passing far away...This slow pass complies with only that -The darkness out windows and farther...Oh loneliness! How you are hard to bear!You're sparkling with the compa...

In those empty, though fair nights,When bridges look at Neva- river,They met as alien, at lastThey couldn't this word "you" to remember.And everybody was so young,So beautiful, but being winged awhileIn void she kept her...

...Again I visited a place,This corner of the earth, where I was exiledFor two years long,Which passed so imperceptibly.Ten years Had passed since that time- many Things have changed for me...Obedient to law,I've been changed a...

В субботу кто-то посещает церковь.Я ж - сижу дома. Ну и что!Ведь боболинки, сад - все в целом,И хор, и купол для меня! Вот!Кто-то в субботу одевает нарядную одежду,Я ж - одеваю крылья и летаю, как прежде,И не звоню в колокола,...

Посею золото небесНа зеркало временВ том океане,Тоже не бессмертном,И нарисую я волну,Я - память...Мой уловТот горизонт,Что собирает волны...В застывшем взгляде -За сезономСменяется сезон.Я - просто взгляд....