Book: Poems. Page 5

up and up with their silent heat.

Only the winged one can love the abyss.

The beast is cunning, predatory, creeping,
doomed to lie,
to a deliberate, indelibly lying,
prey greedy,
the face wearing,
with a larva related,
prey become,
isn't that what it means -
seeking the truth?

What dies bezvozvratnyy
My spirit, chained to the passions,
The idea is bold and neobyatny
Committed to the eternal heavens.
So the palm tree roots grow,
The deeper wound the earth in the chest,
The higher branches stretching,
More clearly see star trek.

The ideal of the sacred and great
We reach the top of it is not,
But the young man and the virgin, and the old man
Cease to languish them in the graves.
Like a rainbow shining ideal...
We all know that rainbow vision,
But the ideal is so powerful it had not shone
When we understand your aspirations...
It forever b as the meteor that extinguished,
If we all came to the top...
And faith in the life and the light disappeared in the us
And we all died b, yearning for the Shrine.

The skull!
Wisdom looks from the gaping hollows of the eye,
Quietly decaying frontal bone says without fog:
Not enjoying the truth in the unrest empty,
There is beauty and intelligence of inspiration in the fire of deception.
A number of naked teeth, twisted melancholy,
Sad laughs at the fact that we praise and brazenly dishonor...
Elected this irony calls for peace
Without passion flickering happiness, or visible grief...
Truth - in motionless sinking one, the rotting one!
Mystery - Nirvana; get bliss in her mind hopeless-powerless...
Life is a sacred lull-covered sleep...
Life is peacefully and quietly rotting in the grave light
Skull.

Lone Kolos, Kolos, not Niva
And the love of a friend, passion, not love;
Called love passion unfair
Blood will quench the thought, the thought will stave off the blood.
Even the feeling of friendship somehow lonely -
I want to love everyone, or anyone;
Lone Kolos, Kolos, and not Hiba -
Friendship unworthy of my heart.
I always shun the passion of the tide -
Feeling to one I chased away -
Lone Kolos, Kolos, and not Hiba -
Friendship, lust is not day and night.
I just hate the sound of a single motif,
Loving friend, I will forget all
Lone Kolos, Kolos, and not fields...
Friendship over love there is a deep laughter.