ConfusionAre we-the dancing shadows?Or do we cause a shadow?With dreams and lies, with visionsThe burned day is full over.I can't understand, what lures us,You can't understand, what is with me.Whose look under that rigid mask...

I'll stretch my wings so light,Move the air walls apart,From the alien lands depart.Twist, the slim and sparkling strings,Float, the floes in stars within,Breathe, the far snowstorms dim. In a heart - the light troubles,In a sk...

The old words by Robert RozhdestvenskyThree words as if three lights to dazzleWill come to you at noon of day,Will come to you at midnight also,They'll be like the enormous Globe.As if the sail to someone's ship -Three word...

The song about ageby Robert Rozhdestvenskyto Vakhtang KikabidzeSo let my head would be such grey,I'm not afraid with cold winter.And that's not weight -My years, age.My years - are my wealth achievement.I was in a h...

They were leaving once my country, talented,Taking with them their honour state.Some of them - after the bad camp eating,The others - in few weeks beforehand.They were not the heroes -And you hardly could reveal from them: a hero?.....

Кого-то выбрасывает, как из вулкана, вверх -Камень летящий, лава спекающаяся - внизПолзущая... Кого-то вдувает в каньон - змеем свистящимВдоль, рекой рычащей - вниз по ущельюК океану...Кого-то превращает в ледышку - холод жестокий,...

It looks so simple -To find and to set all the words.But pitiful - this action's more random.And more painful...And the paper is lying -Not in a living, or dead state, though,As if it is awareOf your touch and show.But...

While I rememberby Robert RozhdestvenskyA moon has rised up in the sky again, The trolley buses are to go away.And as the happy winds I feel,That's - reminiscencies in window Are knocking loudly.The reminiscence of the old...

In late autumn from the empty harbour,From the snow-covered earthIn the determined navigationThe heavy ships are going forth.In black sky you mark featuresOf the elevating craneAbove water surfice, and a lantern'sRocking on...

Вообще-то лунатик на англ. яз. a sleepwalker, a somnabulist. Но уж совсем далеко от Луны...---A moon is raising up, she takes a vengeanceOn arrogance of her remote state.Unconsciously lunatics stretch their pale handsAnd follow...